I used to be normal. Just a regular guy with a wife and kids. Helping out with the shopping, 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!
|o Yaakov and Ariel,Who carry the responsibility of the passengers and drivers on their shoulders,
Who open the door to every request, and help out each one in the best possible way.
To the devoted driver,
Who loyally holds the steering wheel,