When I first visited Israel as a teenager, I had a bad experience in the Dead Sea; I entered the water with an open wound, and the heavy salt burned terribly. Yet that same salt healed me. The place felt almost magical, it seemed as if one could walk on water.
 
As one of the last pieces in this series, it brought everything full circle — from the brokenness I felt after October 7th to living these past two years under the foreshortened shadow of that “hand.” And still, we are buoyant. Resilient. Miraculous.
 
While others try to erase us, I am here to declare that buoyancy is not dead. Our people have survived by the grace of G-d, through faith and the strength of our ancestry. I float on the shoulders of all who came before me and shout from the depths of my being: we do not merely survive, we thrive.
 
My hope is that you find strength in this journey as I have — in the truth that buoyancy is not dead, and because of that, WE will never cease to exist.