Sderot, Israel

Thanking G-d for saving us from a dangerous situation.
This is what we refer to as “benching gomel,” and it is done at shul typically when one returns from Israel.
I’ve often wondered about it, because we are thanking HaShem for getting to and from Israel safely on the plane.
Leaving Sderot and Ashkelon, however, I don’t want to bench gomel for a safe flight. The flight was wonderful on Israir, it was perhaps the best I’ve ever flown.
I keep thinking, though, that I want to bench gomel now every day for the children I’ve met in Sderot. Why? Because walking to school successfully is a risk. Playing on a playground is a dangerous situation. All we’re doing is flying on a plane, an advance aerodynamic miracle of science.
But walking to school. Playing on a playground. How about sleeping soundly through the night. How about getting through a class period without the code red alarm going off.
I want to bench gomel every day.
Because I didn’t feel it very risky when the flight attendant served me the seltzer water. If you could have seen the look on the faces of these children that I saw, not just benching gomel, I prayed that HaShem would make the Israeli government more responsive to their needs.
I sometimes feel leaving Sderot that if 20,000 Jews were in trouble like this anywhere on this earth, the IDF, the U.S. Jewish organizations and others would stage some sort of miraculous rescue of these people.
Yet, here they are in Israel, and there seems like little or no rescue is happening.
Benching gomel for walking to school, for playing soccer in the park?
Should flying on the plane be safer than walking to school?