"Philip Balhasan's relatives said he traveled to Tel Aviv with his two children, Linor and Uri, after promising to buy them CDs and computer games for Passover. The son, Uri, recounted the moment of horror: "When we heard the blast, dad wrapped his arms around me and Linor and hugged us tightly. Then he said 'grab the phone, call mom and tell her about the attack.'" Shortly thereafter, Balhasan collapsed, but police officers who led him to an ambulance were able to talk to him and heard him say he was hurt by shrapnel and by the force of the blast. It appears some of the shrapnel hit Balhasan's heart and he died on the way to the hospital."
As a father to six children who has spent seemingly endless Chol HaMoed taking his various offspring to "the big city" and other attractions, I can't but identify with Philip Balhasan. I looked for a photograph of the man, something to help turn the "statistic" to a real person, but I couldn't find one! Philip is like all of us, a simple faceless individual who lives his life, raises his family and hopes for a better tomorrow ...
[BTW the quote came from the "Sultan Knish" blog. Well worth visiting if you are interested in the "stories" behind the sound bytes and dry statistics of the conventional media!]
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