Ashdod Bakotarot – Letters to the Editor
Thank You Ezer Mizion – People of Chessed
On several occasions, I have had the opportunity to benefit from the services of Rabbi Zevulun Baruchi shlita, director of Ezer Mizion’s transport services for rides to hospitals. Anything I could write would not portray the full dimension of my appreciation and the extent of my admiration for him and the special work that he and all the people at Ezer Mizion do.
One call about the need for a ride and Zevulun immediately rallies to the cause, doing above and beyond anything expected of him, all hours of the day. [A big pat on the back to the volunteer drivers in this Ezer Mizion’s network, too – may there be many more like you!]
One time, when I called, I mentioned that there are some parents in the hospital who are so worried about their sick children that they don’t eat a thing. And Zevulun, with his huge heart, responded immediately, and without thinking, said: “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to pamper them with the best food there is.” Continue reading A Letter Meant for You, Our Friends and Supporters
The K. family’s living room was well-lit. But neither the sparkling chandeliers nor the glowing fluorescents could banish the darkness that prevailed there.
As long as there were only suspicions and conjectures, they managed to somehow suppress them. But when the unequivocal results arrived, they could not ignore the facts anymore. The father of the family, the supporting pillar, the broad shoulders that carried the entire family – was diagnosed with cancer.
Malka felt as if the sky had crashed down on her. At night, on the tear-drenched pillow on the ward, she had a frightening dream, blacker than black. Continue reading Light in the Tunnel (Mishpacha 12/14)
Yated Ne’eman – Yated Hashavua
Sept. 19, 2014
By: Y. Shalev
“YOU ARE OUR ANGELS” – A DAY OF SHARING THE BURDEN – WITH RABBI CHANANYA CHOLLAK AND THE EZER MIZION VOLUNTEERS IN THE TOUGHEST HOSPITAL WARDS
“Ko’ach Ezer” – All-Embracing Help
At the entrance to the Oncology Ward, the world stops. A fight for life rages in every room, in every bed. And as in war, there are many forces involved: doctors and nurses, relatives and friends, social workers, medical clowns, and more. Each one and his job, each one and his part in the battle * But hovering over them all is the “Iron Dome” of Ezer Mizion, there at the ready to intercept every challenge, remove every obstacle that appears on the way, and take care of all the auxiliary matters, so that the people fighting for their lives can focus on the battle, and with Hashem’s help, get past it safely.
A hum of whispers accompanies Rabbi Chananya Chollak’s entrance to the ward. Doctors and staff members alike, parents and children, all look up to him with reverent eyes. This is the man who stands behind the two-word phrase, “Ezer Mizion,” a phrase that personifies for them the light within the darkness, the warm, enveloping embrace in rocky, frightening times.
Those who recognize Rabbi Chollak quickly inform the others of the identity of the one who came in, and they too join in eying the man who stands behind all the good angels filling the ward around the clock, all in one, single goal: to help relieve the patients’ burden.
But Rabbi Chollak does not seem to register the looks of reverence. Continue reading Interviews at the Hospital