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Avi Liberman performing in 2014. (Screenshot from YouTube)
When I walked into the Improv in Houston to see my old friend Chris Titus perform there, I had been in town for a few weeks already rehabbing from my car accident in Miami. My parents still live in Houston where I grew up. If you’re going to get sick or injured, God forbid, Houston is an excellent choice as a place for that to happen since it has something called The Medical Center. It’s basically a group of hospitals that are connected to each other, from places like MD Anderson, to Baylor, to Methodist, which are all leading hospitals in the world. When my Father went through cancer treatment at MD Anderson, my step-Mo
Hundreds of faces – happy, smiling, staring down.
“Israeli Victims Of Terror Since September 2000”, the sign proclaimed.
There were 300.
We didn’t know much, only that innocent people – some even our own ages – had their lives cut short by the sharp knife of terrorism.
We were young, and it was far away in Israel.
Two years later, as the numbers rose, the school handed out metal bracelets, each with the name and age of a murdered Israeli.
“Yafit Ravivo” – I’ll never forget the name engraved on mine.
It was 7:00 am, and she was on her way to the beginning of 9th grade.