I want to write a bit about Ezer Mizion, but first, I want say that no words sufficient to describe what my family and I feel about this special organization.
My name is E. and I am a
32 year-old mother of three. A year ago I became ill with breast cancer, and my entire world came crashing down. In the hospital I was told that there is an organization that organizes a summer camp for several days and I was asked if I want to come, together with my family. Continue reading When the World Comes Crashing Down
I sat opposite a little girl…
Pained. Contorted. Paralyzed. Silent.
Will I succeed?
What is success?
Will I be able to bring a tiny ray of joy into a life of blackness…misery…despair
Will she smile?
Does she know how? Continue reading A Mentor’s Thoughts