He was an outstanding science teacher. Now he is battling cancer. Dr. Vladimir Detzkovsky was one of ten science teachers who were awarded citations of excellence. Would he be there in person to receive his award? Would he relive his productive years in the presence of those whom he had taught? Would he hear the applause? What a difference between receiving the award in the mail and being there in the limelight! What joy it would give him, enabling his spirit to be strengthened and join his body in the battle for life. Yet, for Vladimir, traveling was an impossible feat. Until Ezer Mizion’s Ambulance and Transport Division entered the picture. A ceremony took place at the Haifa Technion, where ten prizes were awarded to outstanding science teachers selected by Technion students. Note the equal expressions of joy on the faces of Vladimir and that of the Ezer Mizion driver who made his attendance possible.
Wishing you a full recovery, Vladimir! May you soon return to the classrooms where you were so much loved and admired.
“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.”
My 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…
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