Members of the Social Club for the Mentally Ill display their clock creations
Menachem Weiss, a “special” teen, reports weekly to Merkaz Ha’inyanim on an angle of life that he alone can talk about
Hi, it’s me. Menachem Weiss. I’m the teen with CP. I hate describing myself like that. Actually I’m a fun-loving guy who takes life seriously but also knows how to have a great time. And I happen to have CP. But the truth is the CP really does color my life a real lot and, anyways, you wouldn’t remember who I am unless I remind you about the CP. So lets start all over… Hi, it’s me. Menachem Weiss, the one with the CP. Continue reading CP and Fun??
“I’m sorry I’m a little late,” the Ezer Mizion driver apologized to his wheelchair –bound patient whom he was scheduled to drive to the clinic. The patient, like so many others, who have no way of traveling to the clinic on their own, had been a bit concerned when his ride was late. A taxi, as expensive as it is, would not do, since he needed a vehicle that could accommodate his sitting in his wheelchair and what taxi driver would be amenable to carrying him down two flights of stairs! Continue reading And on the way, I…
In the chill, still hour of early morning, there was an atmosphere of anticipation and solemnity, as bus after bus filled with women charged with a mission: to pray at the holy gravesites of tzaddikim in the North on behalf of the many ill and distraught of our people.
No one was more fit for the task than they, the women who give selflessly of their time and energy throughout the year to assist those in need. Continue reading A Most Important Mission
Avrohom Fried shares his dynamic spirit with Ezer Mizion’s special needs campers. Ezer Mizion hosts sleepaway camps and day camps for special needs children and teens in addition to camps geared especially for children afflicted with CP, retreats for diabetic young adults and its camps for cancer patients and their families.
Partially due to society’s stigmas, the mentally ill are compelled to prove to the world – and even more importantly, to themselves – that their lives can be meaningful. For those with musical inclinations, Ezer Mizion’s Sounds of the Soul music group fills that need and helps them to restore a sense of self-esteem. Says Danny* who plays the bass guitar, “When I saw the audience dancing to the music that we had created, I understood that I am worth something. I’m not a ‘broken utensil’ to be discarded as refuse. I can create. I have value.” Continue reading Sounds of the Soul
For six years, Sheba Hospital was just my place of work. Between nine and five, I was a social worker. I came every morning, offered support to the families of children with cancer, and held their hands at the most difficult moments. But at the end of the day, I returned home to her husband and two daughters, to normalcy, to a world where everyone lives happily ever after. Continue reading When the World Turns Over by by Noah Froelich with Yaron Kellner, Yediot Acharonot
They could not believe it was happening to them again: Nine years after taking their daughter Adi to Ezer Mizion’s summer retreat for cancer patients, the Diamants are going back there again, now with their son Shmulik. Continue reading Lightning Strikes Twice by Yaron Kellner, Yediot Achronot
Shahar patted her hair. She wanted to look especially nice. The hair was new. It has just grown to normal length. Last year, she didn’t have any at all. Last year she had been fighting for her life. She brushed a lock from her forehead, trying to brush away the memories of the nightmare last year at the same time. It was all over now. She had a bone marrow transplant. She was one of the lucky ones. Ezer Mizion’s Bone Marrow Registry had a perfect genetic match for her. And now she was about to meet him-the one who saved her life. Continue reading One of the Lucky Ones
Menachem Weiss, a special needs teen, reports every week to Merkaz Ha’inyanim on an angle of life that he alone can talk about
Shalom dear readers!
Every year, a group of Lelover Chassidim go up to Meron for a Shabbat together with the Rebbe. This custom began a few decades ago, about sixty years back, when the previous Lelover Rebbe, Rabbi Moshe zt”l, traveled on a Friday, erev Shabbat B’ha’alotcha, to harvest the wheat for the following year’s matzoh-baking. The wheat harvest took place at Rosh Pinah in the North. When the harvesting was completed , they began traveling home to the center of the country. On the way, the Rebbe became concerned that they would not get back in time, and so he decided to remain in Meron for Shabbat. Continue reading I Would Have Missed It…