On February 11, 2015....my community in Columbus, Ohio survived it's first radical muslim terrorist attack at a nearby restaurant within 5 miles from myself. A 30 year old Somali muslim, Mohamed Barry, entered into the Nazareth restaurant and began hacking at patrons eating within the restaurant with a machete. After patrons and staff began throwing heavy chairs at him, he left the restaurant and drove off in his car, where police shortly caught up with him. Upon exiting his car, he rushed the police with a machete in one hand and a knife in the other, yelling Allahu Akbar, before being shot dead in the street by the police. The injured at the restaurant were taken to an area hospital. They are now since returned home, healing from their injuries. No one was killed, thank God. The terrorist targeted this restaurant because he had discovered that the owner was a Christian Arab from Israel. The restaurant, family ran, has been in Columbus for 27 years and has been well loved by the community. The owner firmly believes that it was an act of terrorism. The restaurant closed for several days after the attack. The police really tried to downplay the muslim and terrorist angles for a long while, but as more facts as to what occurred became known, it was pretty much difficult to dispute the obvious. The owner opened up his restaurant to the community and served buffet meals as an expression of thanks for the prayers, well wishes, and support provided to him and staff by the community. The police also came to participate to lend their support to him and his business. This is stuff you read in the newspapers or on the internet or watch on a TV program. You hardly ever expect something like this to occur right there where you live...with your neighbors, in you neighborhood. But, it did. It did for us. Terrorism is alive in America...and it is popping up all over the place. It happened in my backyard, sort of speak. The lesson that I learned from this experience is that when a terrorist commits terror in your backyard...you do what the Parisians did and what my community did. You have a party together, give thanks, praise God, and blow raspberries back at the terrorists. You refuse to let them rob you of your peace, joy, and happiness. You show terrorists that despite their terror, we will still live, and love, and laugh, and celebrate, and not change one iota of our lives because of them. We will keep on being who we are and what we are. We will celebrate life and love despite your terror. Joy, after terror, is the best gift we can give each other...to help us heal....to help us move on. Joy is also the best raspberry of all.