There's no place like home, There's no place like home...

I found my way home without the magic red shoes, but unlike Dorothy I came home to the aftermath of a different type of storm. A tornado was not what blew my Dad off his bicycle that fated Saturday as we were evacuated. He claims it was the shockwave from a ketyusha rocket that found itself into an interterrestrial wormhole that led to the highway he was biking on. By the time I saw him he looked much better, and that was all the cue my sister needed. Wednesday morning, the day after I arrived home, I awoke to the doorbell. There on our porch lay my dingbat sister, after driving herself home from gymnastics at the Y (the idiots actually had her drive home!) Following an MRI yesterday we learned that she had completely severed her ACL and ripped her miniscus, but she's still begging to go to the Exploring Church Careers Event in St. Louis this weekend, so we're still going, she can't have surgery for another two weeks anyway. I always knew my family was abnormal, but the injuries of the past two years are really beginning to define us ( my mom crushed her elbow in a biking accident and injured her knee the same way my sister did in a trench last year, and those two injuries followed crushing her hand in a car trunk). I'm proud of myself, all I did was get evacuated from a potentially dangerous warzone in a foreign country.
If injuries aren't enough for me to contend with, Vacation Bible School was the straw that broke the camel's back, or how about it's knees, or shoulder, or face, as my family likes to do it. I was just incredibly thrilled to be back in time for VBS, especially upon learning that I would be teaching the 3rd-5th grade class; what a treat. It's over now, I can breathe, and not have nightmares about four foot tall monsters with kool-aid mustaches. All right, I must admit, all in all, it's great experience, and I remember back to my vbs days; if my teachers had felt as I did, and thereby hid under their covers, I wouldn't be where I am today.
I still would rather be digging back on Hippos. As some of my other team members have written; I'm angry. After much time to think about events, I know that I'm not angry AT anyone. This was out of our control; it's part of life, sometimes bad things happen. But then again, on a base scale, yes, I know exactly who I'm angry with. I'm angry with anyone who had a hand in the aggression, forget sides, forget justification, I'm selfish and I wanted to stay and keep digging. Don't be alarmed, my logical side heavily outweighs thoughts like these, but I find that acknowledging exactly how I feel helps me to process my frustration and get on with life. Ultimately, I have decided that the experience leaves me more with a sense of respect for both sides, odd as that sounds. The Israeli/Palestinian question in no way presents a clear solution, and how can it- when every decision will affect the lives and homes of two very different peoples?