All through my life, on the important occasions, I have been lucky. Somebody upstairs has been looking after me.
Thankfully, this streak is still ongoing.
For example, I work in Yehud. One day this last week, I decided to work at home. That was the day a missile hit Yehud…
My work colleagues, after rushing in to the strong room a couple of times, wanted to know who had given me advance notice. Was I a secret Hamas supporter? Sympathiser? Not bloody likely. Just lucky. Thank G-d. And I mean that literally.