Lag Ba’omer in Meron – Even for the Mobility Impaired

pr ambulance new logo no peopleIMG_6403Last week, on Lag Ba’omer, the Hilula of Rabbi Shimon Bar Yochai, all the various authorities worked feverishly to enable the masses of Jews to come to Meron safely for the traditional prayers at the gravesite of Rabbi Shimon bar Yochai.

In spite of the complex logistics involved in handling the hundreds of thousands converging in a small area within a 24-hour period, traffic moved smoothly most of the day. In order to reduce the crush on the roads, only public transportation vehicles were allowed in to the area for the course of the Hilula.

This year once again, Ezer Mizion was assigned full responsibility to transport the handicapped and mobility impaired population to the gravesite. People with valid handicapped I.D. cards came to the Parod parking lot via the Sheva intersection, where Ezer Mizion ambulances, manned by courteous, experienced drivers, were waiting to shuttle them all the way up to the site.

 

Each year, more and more mobility-impaired individuals allow themselves to make the trip on Lag Ba’omer, thanks to Ezer Mizion’s special transport service, carried out by dedicated drivers with genuine concern for their passengers’ welfare.

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15 Minutes

Photo: Today, Yisrael was being transported in an Ezer Mizion ambulance from Petach Tikvah to Jerusalem, where he had a doctor's appointment. The trip went unusually quickly and as they approached Jerusalem, they saw that there were another fifteen minutes left before the scheduled appointment. Yisrael asked the driver, Yair Ozeri, to take the opportunity and stop by the gravesite of the prophet Samuel on the outskirts of Jerusalem, where he had not had a chance to pray for years. Keep in mind that due to his medical condition, the only way for Yisrael to get around is by ambulance and he leaves the house only for medical purposes…This is also an opportunity to thank the volunteers at the Petach Tikvah branch of Ezer Mizion for their warm embrace and the daily assistance they give Yisrael throughout the year.
Doctor visits. Not very exciting but for Yisroel, those are the only times he steps out of his routine.  Unable to do what most of us take for granted-hop on a bus and go wherever we like-Yisroel is dependent on others for every move. This week was special for him. The Ezer Mizion driver arrived in Jerusalem 15 minutes ahead of schedule. For Yisroel, those fifteen minutes were a surprise gift. His relationship with the driver, and all Ezer Mizion drivers, was that of a friend and he felt perfectly comfortable in suggesting that they use the time to stop of at the gravesite of Samuel, the prophet , to pray. The driver was thrilled at the opportunity to give Yisroel that extra something. You see, the inside of an Ezer Mizion driver is not comprised of nickels and dimes. Inside, he is one big heart.



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I’ll Pay You Back, I Promise!

I used to be normal. Just a regular guy with a wife and kids. Helping out with the shopr amb Yoram promise of payback 1174986_236652446487699_1470146364_npping, a family trip to the park to play ball—these were everyday events, hardly a blip on my radar screen. Then everything changed. At the age of 34, I discovered I had M.S.  Like a thief in the night, the M.S. stole my happiness. I went from a healthy adult who can walk on his own feet to a cripple in a wheelchair.  A cripple who cannot do anything for himself. Continue reading I’ll Pay You Back, I Promise!

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Books Are Great but…

“Books are great,” says Matityahu Kreitman, “but I wanted to get a feel for the real thing. I’m a pre-med student and, of course, I have tons of material to learn but I was anxious to develop a real understanding of the patient and, for that, I needed real patients.” 

pr amb row 1690_ne_related_content_a_pic_4dfbeMy chance came in the summer, a perfect time to fulfill my ‘volunteer hours’. I chose Ezer Mizion’s Ambulance Division. They provide transportation for the elderly and the disabled. It’s hard for me, a young guy, to imagine. When I want to go somewhere, I just go. It’s hard to get my head around the concept of someone not being capable of getting where he has to be. Continue reading Books Are Great but…

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And on the way, I…

 ambulance IMG_2569“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…

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His Daughter’s Wedding

The flowers were ordered-they decided on pink and blue. The gown was stunning-it fit perfectly. The caterer had agreed to the molded dessert that she loved. But the bride was not happy. “Flowers and desserts are nice but what about my father! It’s my special day. He talked about this day since I was a little girl. And now he won’t even be there.”
Miles across town, Eli’s tears mixed with his daughtepr ambulance Eli to daughter wedding 2013 529356_176534612499483_549334243_nr’s as he lay ill in the hospital bed. There was not a chance that he would be released before the wedding. Continue reading His Daughter’s Wedding

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The Other Side

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From the thoughts of Avi Sorias, an ambulance driver for Ezer Mizion

“Here,” says the young man from behind me. “At the right.”
From my place at the steering wheel, I glance at his image in the mirror. He sits there, limp and helpless, his head dropped back against the seat. His voice is soft, almost a whisper.
The vehicle, a modern Ezer Mizion ambulance, pulls up by a tall building. “Are you okay?” I ask the closed eyes behind me.
The young man, shaken, sharply pulls himself up in his seat, plastering a care-free smile on his gaunt face. “No,” he replies seriously, “but only you and I have to know that.”
He thanks me profusely for the ride, takes a deep breath, and steps out to the broad sidewalk.
The street is humming with people at this midday hour: Children are coming home from school, cheery preschoolers prance along with their colorful backpacks, busy parents rush along their way. A cat darts out from between the cars, startling a high-school girl leisurely walking home.
The young man continues along the path to the building. He stops a moment and glances at a large public bulletin board displaying freshly-pasted death notices announcing the demise of a special member of the community.
He scans it silently. I watch him and feel a stab of sadness, painfully aware of the thoughts running through his mind.
“He is so young,” I think to myself. “He has four little children at home. And so very little stands between him and a notice just like this one!” Continue reading The Other Side

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A Snow Day?

Snow is a way of life for many people. Only a few inches? Ho hum.  But in Israel it is a momentous event with schools closing and roads closed for even a relativelypr ambulance snow 1- 2013 small amount of snow.

 

For children, it is the ultimate delight. Even parents join them in their frolicking.  But the disabled who has an important doctor’s appointment, the dialysis patient who is due at the clinic that day, the frail, elderly holocaust survivor who needs to see his physician today—they are helpless without the assistance of Ezer Mizion’s Ambulance Division. Continue reading A Snow Day?

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