He is only twelve but he knew his way around the large building with its many offices. He came every day and was known by the staff. He approached the entrance today. Tense. Anxious. His fists clenched in anticipation of what he would hear. His shoulders sagging in discouragement. Continue reading Not Yet
I am the daughter of a sick mother who is in pain most of the time. Although she tries to hide it and takes painkillers, we, her children, witness her suffering and her refusal to accept the reality of this terrible illness.
However, with my own eyes I saw how, as soon as we arrived at the vacation site, all her sadness disappeared. Despite her continued pain, she took part in all the programs and activities. Continue reading Every Minute
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 want to thank from the depths of my heart for the special summer camp that my daughter Chana’leh was privileged to attend.
This is the first time that my daughter spent time away from home overnight. I don’t even send her to my parents or my in-laws alone for Shabbat because I can’t bear to be separated from her.
And away from home at a ten-day overnight camp?! I will not say that it was easy. I visited three times and if not for my husband, I would have visited every day. . . What I saw moved me and excited me. . . Your organization is incredible. The tremendous love that the children received, the many activities, the extraordinary volunteers, everything . . . .
My daughter returned happy and full of adventures. I am speechless. . . .
May you be blessed by the Almighty every single day,
With great admiration
I’m a businessman. Thank G-d, I always have money in my pocket. I could easily buy myself lunch whenever I like. But this isn’t about a tuna fish sandwich. It’s not about lunch. It’s about caring. It’s about being there when someone else needs you. It’s about the little things like an attractive garnish on an already delicious hot meal that says: “We’re here for you. We’re connected.”
The eyes of Mr. Gold, a veteran entrepreneur, filled with tears. Continue reading Monique and David Haddad Host Lottie’s Kitchen Event
A special “Evening of Appreciation” was held in Netivot, a town in southern Israel, honoring the organizations that work selflessly on behalf of the city’s population.
The event was organized by the Netivot municipality, in collaboration with the Netivot Community Centers and prominent city figures. Continue reading An Evening of Appreciation
I have a good imagination. Sometimes I read about something and I can actually imagine that I am there, like the time I read about some kids spending the day at the beach. I could almost feel the waves and smell the air even though I haven’t been to the beach since I was a tiny child. Continue reading The Real Thing
Sometimes it’s the inability of a child to emotionally cope with the nightmare of cancer. Sometimes it’s an elderly patient in need of dialysis who has no means of ‘getting there’. Or it may be a new mother who is not able to handle her large family due to post-partum depression or perhaps a six year old child whose development is hampered by his inability to speak. Continue reading Alon Meets Uri Zohar
Two young men joined the IDF. Two young men rose through the ranks. For one, the road was smooth. The other encountered a bump. A big bump. He was diagnosed with leukemia. Itai Chanan’s condition worsened and he was told that only a bone marrow transplant would save his life. Leukemia had not been part of his plans and now he may never make any plans again. A young man, just at the threshold of adulthood, may die if a genetic match is not found in time. Continue reading Two Soldiers
Nurit is a striking little three year -old girl, a dead ringer for Shirley Temple with her green eyes, dimples and blonde curls. But although she is physically developed – she sits and stands and walks on her own in an age-appropriate manner, the little girl’s beautiful eyes are expressionless, and her socialization and communications skills are severely undeveloped. Nurit suffers from autism/PDD (pervasive developmental disorders) – a neurological disorder that affects a child’s ability to communicate, understand language, play, and relate to others. Continue reading Nurit Learns to Eat