This day went wrong, entirely in the wrong direction. 

I always speak about circumstances notwithstanding, but this time, I am beaten.

Another trip to Jerusalem was canceled, one more casualty today, one too many, of poor health and young age. 

Again that question of why? Hovering in the air like a thousand sirens, what is the difference? 

If it’s poor health or a terrorist attack,  or a war, when one dies at a young age, it’s always an unexpected loss—a devastating one. 

In the case of war or terror, you might think you have someone to blame. 

The question is, who? 

For lack of other culprits, we blame God. “God,” they say, “Is in the details.” She probably knows more than we do. But does she? 

And what about you? What do you know about the details? To what extent are you responsible?

All questions for which today, I have no answers. 

I just put them there, desperately seeking peace.

Lincoln wrote in a consolation letter to a friend: 

“In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all, and, to the young, it comes with bitterest agony because it takes them unawares.”

Unfortunately, I know this feeling all too well. It took me 25 years to work it out.

Be therefore in the details of life, as it is short and every moment deserves your full attention.