Tal Shitrit was eight years old. Third grade is a time for small boys to learn multiplication tables in the classroom and how to pitch a ball in the schoolyard. But Tal had learned neither of these. Instead he learned about IV’s and scary hospital equipment, about hair falling out and about roommates who ‘disappeared’ never to return. Tal had cancer. Continue reading A Father Speaks
Ezer Mizion’s Malka Hager Fitness Center is continuing to attract and educate seniors with its relevant and informative lectures.
The latest one took place at Ezer Mizion’s Jacob Fried Building about common eye diseases among the elderly, and particularly Age Related Macular Degeneration (AMD) – a degenerative age-related disease. Continue reading Don’t Lose Sight: All About AMD
While awareness of physical health challenges is popular and encouraged, the area of mental health often remains shrouded in a fog. Ezer Mizion has been working in recent years to create a turnaround in this attitude. Continue reading Lifting the Fog on Mental Health
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