Lag B’Omer at Meron

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Many seniors sat at their window this year wishing they could go to Meron for Lag B’Omer as in the past. Imprisoned in their disability, it was no longer possible.

And many seniors, still stunned at their good fortune, sat at the windows of Ezer Mizion’s eleven ambulances, hardly able to believe that the familiar scenes were real. Continue reading Lag B’Omer at Meron

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The Other Side

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From the thoughts of Avi Sorias, an ambulance driver for Ezer Mizion

“Here,” says the young man from behind me. “At the right.”
From my place at the steering wheel, I glance at his image in the mirror. He sits there, limp and helpless, his head dropped back against the seat. His voice is soft, almost a whisper.
The vehicle, a modern Ezer Mizion ambulance, pulls up by a tall building. “Are you okay?” I ask the closed eyes behind me.
The young man, shaken, sharply pulls himself up in his seat, plastering a care-free smile on his gaunt face. “No,” he replies seriously, “but only you and I have to know that.”
He thanks me profusely for the ride, takes a deep breath, and steps out to the broad sidewalk.
The street is humming with people at this midday hour: Children are coming home from school, cheery preschoolers prance along with their colorful backpacks, busy parents rush along their way. A cat darts out from between the cars, startling a high-school girl leisurely walking home.
The young man continues along the path to the building. He stops a moment and glances at a large public bulletin board displaying freshly-pasted death notices announcing the demise of a special member of the community.
He scans it silently. I watch him and feel a stab of sadness, painfully aware of the thoughts running through his mind.
“He is so young,” I think to myself. “He has four little children at home. And so very little stands between him and a notice just like this one!” Continue reading The Other Side

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Dreams…Should They Be Allowed to Wither and Die?

Dreams are Ageless.

ambulance IMG_2569When the spirit has a desire but the impediments of the aged, physical body hold him back, does the dream remain suspended in space only to wither and die or…?

With a lifetime of relationships, a lifetime of experiences, the aged often have desires. How sad when many desires remain unfulfilled due to physical challenges. Continue reading Dreams…Should They Be Allowed to Wither and Die?

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A Snow Day?

Snow is a way of life for many people. Only a few inches? Ho hum.  But in Israel it is a momentous event with schools closing and roads closed for even a relativelypr ambulance snow 1- 2013 small amount of snow.

 

For children, it is the ultimate delight. Even parents join them in their frolicking.  But the disabled who has an important doctor’s appointment, the dialysis patient who is due at the clinic that day, the frail, elderly holocaust survivor who needs to see his physician today—they are helpless without the assistance of Ezer Mizion’s Ambulance Division. Continue reading A Snow Day?

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Wheels

Dear Ezer Mizion Ambulance Team,

“…The wheels of time speed down the highway of life, dashing forward as in a hurtling race down the broad lanes,

Passing the various interchanges, crossing busy intersections.

Only on occasion, when something gets caught in the wheels… Continue reading Wheels

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Three Trains

There are some things that you hear a lot about, but do not really grasp until you encounter them in real life. Only then do you suddenly truly understand all that you heard or saw on the subject, and realize that – until now – you really had no idea what it was all about.

That’s what happened to me recently when, for various medical reasons, I had to travel from my home to the hospital, back and forth, repeatedly. When I attempted to use public transportation, I learned that I would have to take three different buses in order to reach my destination. Continue reading Three Trains

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