The pen cannot express,
Nor words adequately bless
You – for giving without end Continue reading A Letter Meant for You, Our Dear Friends and Supporters.
On the screen they form a row of numbers. Impersonal numbers marching down an excel sheet. But behind every number is a family. Perhaps a Mommy living under unbelievable tension, a grandma watching from the sidelines- worried, helpless or a small child expressing his frustrations at his inability to do what every other child can do in tantrum after tantrum. People living through life’s crises. Falling. Trying again.
Fraidy and her parents were one such family. Fraidy was born a preemie. Her development was slow, as expected. At twenty seven months, she still was not walking. Due to her high muscle tone, she had trouble straightening her legs. The only way she could get around was by walking on her knees. But walking on knees is not walking. It’s difficult and does not allow her to make her way around the house with ease. Walking outdoors is completely impossible. No visit to the grocery with Mommy. No thrilling trip down the playground slide. And constantly seeing the neighbor’s children exploring the outdoors while she feels herself to be second rate. How long can a mother look at her child’s sad face without breaking down herself! Continue reading Fraidy’s Best Friend: The Monkey
What’s it like when a mazel tov is accompanied by a question mark?
My name is Sara. I have four enchanting, brilliant, beautiful sons, bursting with energy. I had thought that the first three were challenging enough, keeping me on my toes 24/7. Little B.’s’s challenges were different. I’d like to share my journey with all of you at Ezer Mizion, you who are so much a part of that journey.
When we brought him home, we had to regroup and decide how we would approach our presentation of their new brother to his older siblings. It took a lot of thought until we were finally satisfied with a plan of action. We taught his brothers to be happy and see his successes even though his failures were so glaring when compared to other babies in the neighborhood. . We told them that they’re allowed to ask and allowed to ache, and that there is much to be thankful for. The truth, brought down to their age level, was put on the table: No! We don’t know why. Yes, in the end, he will be able to walk. Yes, sometime or other he will talk. Yes, it hurts me, too. Continue reading A Letter Meant for You, Our Dear Friends and Supporters
Menachem Weiss, a “special” teen with CP, reports every week to Merkaz Ha’inyanim on an angle of life that he alone can talk about
Shalom dear readers!
Let me tell you about a very special Shabbat with the Ezer Mizion’s Matan Club.
Navah Giloh, the director of Ezer Mizion’s Matan Club in Petach Tikvah, called to say that they are planning a stay up in the Golan Heights. She wanted to know if I was coming. Continue reading CP & All
We all have complaints. Some of us sit back with the attitude of ‘What can I do? If only I had such and such, then I would be able to accomplish so much more’. And then there are the rare few who take what they were given, little as that may be, and scale the heights. Daniel Mizrachi is one of those rare gems. Daniel introduces himself in a clip.
The clip begins with Daniel as an adorable 3-year-old and his promise to us all that if we believe that G-d can help us and what we want is something good, we will succeed. Today Daniel Mizrachi is twenty-four years old and gets about in a wheelchair. And how he gets about! He doesn’t just use his wheelchair to get to the local newsstand to buy a newspaper and then spend the rest of the day relaxing. Daniel wakes up each morning and says to himself, “Now why did G-d give me this new day? What can I accomplish with it?” It’s real accomplishments that Daniel is looking for… accomplishments that will help both him and others grow spiritually.
Were you born with your disability or did it happen later in life?
I was born with it. There are only five other people in the world with CP similar to what I am afflicted with. When I was one year old, we moved from Russia to Israel. I grew up in a warm, loving family. The doctors had predicted that I would never be able to go forward in life. Everyone, except my parents, thought I was retarded. People, including the doctors, spoke around me, not to me, thinking I was not able to understand a thing. I just lay there like a bump on a log. In my heart, I thought to myself: Just you wait. With my belief in G-d and my will, I’ll yet overturn worlds. If those doctors could have seen inside my head, they’d know that I was more than a bump, someone who just occupies space. Continue reading He Is Disabled??!
A few days ago, my younger sister got married. From the moment she got engaged, I could not get out of my mind the bitter taste of the Shabbat Sheva Berachot we celebrated a year earlier for the sister before her. I felt that I simply did not have the strength to go through another Shabbat like that.
Another Shabbat in which my autistic son Shlomo knocks tables over, stains the clothing of the kallah and the guests when he spills a bottle of cola or oily matbouha tomato salad, knocks down the mechitzah with a boom, fortunately only slightly wounding the mechutan’s foot, and screams at the top of his lungs precisely when the chatan begins to speak… Continue reading Impossible Dilemma? Solved.
Dear Ezer Mizion administration,
I wanted to tell you, from the depths of my heart –
For the mothers’ support group, which gave us a tremendous amount of strength to cope with our challenge, professional tools and techniques, and deeper awareness of our emotions. All of this found immediate expression both in our understanding and our conduct. Our home literally changed for the better!
Thank you so much,
To all those involved, the wonderful people of chessed and deeds,
I wanted to thank you so much for your initiative in organizing a support group for mothers coping with tough challenges, who don’t know where to turn or to whom they can pour out their heart and talk out their concerns.
The support group contributed a great deal to me.
May Hashem pay you your just reward and shower you with an abundance of good. May you have a wonderful new year, a year of health, redemption, and a full measure of joy.
A mother who participated in the group
Dear Ezer Mizion administration,
I am the mother of a girl with high-functioning ASD and I participated in a support group for mothers, organized by your venerable organization. The group was led by Ms. Tichyeh Posen and Ms. Miriam Sarfaty, who, with each succeeding session, managed to give me and the other group members important tools and much emotional support.
Warm connections formed among the women in the group, based on our mutual openness and sharing of various experiences. We felt as if we had finally arrived at a place where people speak our language and understand us, even without words.
I cannot begin to describe the tremendous benefit I derived from these sessions. Every week, I returned home with renewed strength, new insights, and a “kitbag of provisions” to carry me through another few weeks of struggle.
May you be divinely blessed for your amazing work and justly rewarded for the warm and beneficial assistance that you so generously provide the public,
With deep appreciation,
My dear Orit,
Seeing your name on my ID screen was like a ray of light for me. In the middle of the raucous day, I knew that an island of tranquility, acceptance and release awaited me in the form of a group session that you, in your great dedication, made sure would work out just right.
Thank you and thank you again. May Hashem pay you your well-deserved reward!