I Would Have Missed It…

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 ShabTable with Silver Candle Stands Beside Wine Chalice and Loaf of Breadbat 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…

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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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Dreams…Should They Be Allowed to Wither and Die?

Dreams are Ageless.

ambulance IMG_2569When the spirit has a desire but the impediments of the aged, physical body hold him back, does the dream remain suspended in space only to wither and die or…?

With a lifetime of relationships, a lifetime of experiences, the aged often have desires. How sad when many desires remain unfulfilled due to physical challenges. Continue reading Dreams…Should They Be Allowed to Wither and Die?

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CP and an Accident, Not a Good Mix

The Real Thing
The Real Thing

Hi  everyone!

 

Remember me? I’m the one with CP who got to go on that fantastic Ezer Mizion trip to the beach-this time not in my imagination but for real! Remember how I described how my counselor made things so great for me. He actually got me into the water. Waves crashing around me. The feel of the sand under me. Being able to touch the crest of the wave as it came to meet me. Not even my imagination-and remember, I have a great one- could have pictured what that felt like. So you understand how close I feel toward him. Nothing could keep me away from sharing his special moments. Nothing. So listen to what happened. Continue reading CP and an Accident, Not a Good Mix

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Wheelchair Moms

Twenty five women in Petach Tikva dealing with raising children, marriage responsibilities, workplace issues…from their wheelchair. As a result of degenerative diseases, these women are imprisoned in a wheelchair. Their struggles are unimaginable to the typical mobile woman but these women understand each other very well.pr wheelchair gen 2 Thus was born Ezer Mizion’s Club for Young Wheelchair-Bound Women which has been functioning for over half a year. The club gives them an opportunity to meet other women in a similar situation, to share experiences, and to seek advice. Continue reading Wheelchair Moms

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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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The Real Thing

The Real Thing
The Real Thing

I have a good imagination. Sometimes I read about something and I can actually imagine that I am there, like the time I read about some kids spending the day at the beach. I could almost feel the waves and smell the air even though I haven’t been to the beach since I was a tiny child. Continue reading The Real Thing

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Wheels

Dear Ezer Mizion Ambulance Team,

“…The wheels of time speed down the highway of life, dashing forward as in a hurtling race down the broad lanes,

Passing the various interchanges, crossing busy intersections.

Only on occasion, when something gets caught in the wheels… Continue reading Wheels

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From the Bottom of My Heart

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Tour guides – Motty and Tzvika

My name is Luna and I am a resident at the nursing care section of Nevei Ef’al Senior Citizens’ home.

I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for the unmatched experience you gave us – a group of disabled and frail elderly, myself among them – when you took us for a grand tour of the Ben Gurion International Airport. Continue reading From the Bottom of My Heart

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