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Andrea began to fray. She became absorbed in the Bible. Rusty came home one day to find Noah upset because Andrea had berated him about an assignment. "Nothing would get her to laugh," says her brother Andrew. "She would not ask us for help. Maybe she didn't know how." She constantly held Mary but would not feed her. She stopped talking. She went days without drinking liquids. She began scratching her head to baldness again. It was just three weeks since her father's death...
...When I was a kid, my dad used to take my brother and me to the Western Sizzlin in our town of Pine Bluff, Ark. Like most people, we called it "Sizzler" and - like most people - we thought the best part of the meal was the "Texas Toast" that came with the steak. The toast was just a slice of white bread grilled for a few seconds and rubbed with butter and garlic, but it was an incredibly thick slice, unlike any you could find in a grocery store. I would bite into the rich, crunchy-then-chewy bread...
...never embraced the idea of avenging her loss. " I don't believe in feeling happy when innocent Arabs are being killed. And I don't understand people who support suicide bombers because they say they are avenging their brother's death, or something. From my situation, I know there are other possibilities: to rebuild life, to understand that life is sacred, that each one of us, Jews and Arabs, should try to find a way to have a good life." After her family was murdered, Haran, who had been an art teacher, pursued a master's degree in social work...
...very fortunate to grow up in a household where my parents were incredibly supportive of the arts. My brothers ended up becoming professional dancers. I grew up as the third dancing brother in a family of dancing brothers--not the cool thing to be in the middle of West Virginia. I did have guns, though. I'm pro-gun. I think that guns don't kill people. Bullets kill people...
...Even so, she found her subjects to be gracious and accommodating, often permitting a 15-min. session to stretch into 12 hours. One man she met was a former guerrilla who had lost an arm, a leg and part of his sight in a firefight with Israeli soldiers; his brother died as well. "I lay there for four hours," he recalled. "When I felt I would be martyred, I felt true happiness. I have never felt that again in my life...