There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about Gilad Shalit. I remember the story about Nachshon Waxman and I think about his last minutes before he was murdered by Hamas. I pray every day and ask God to bring Gilad home immediately. I don't know if I could be as patient as Gilad's parents. Is it a cultural thing, the patience they've learned? How do they get through each day. I sometimes feel I have no more faith left.
