656. Her shrapnel

I seem to be stuck these past weeks on the idea of being hidden and revealed. Along those lines, here's a wonderful blogger I recently discovered whose ability to reveal honestly, and with insight and humor, I greatly admire (envy, even):

My Shrapnel

From the sidebar on the right:

I am, of course, neither sad, nor heroic nor particularly victimized. What I am is an "ordinary Joe" who was seriously injured six years ago in a suicide bombing while waiting for a bus at the Machane Yehuda open air market in Jerusalem.

Click on "What this blog is about":

There are days when I feel like I am such a disappointment. Everyone wants to know what it is like to be blown up, and I have nothing to give them but a simple timeline comprised of three seconds. Second number one I was standing. I lost second number two. Second number three found me on the ground, conscious. I woke up stunned, but calm, and stayed that way. That is the whole story. But people persist in wanting more. I am questioned thoroughly. Surely I left something out: ...

And much more like this. It is sometimes funny, sometimes painful writing on a topic we all need to read about.