Last week I was at the Ezer Mizion summer retreat for kids with CP. There aren’t too many fun things that I can do and I really look forward to Ezer Mizion’s fun days throughout the year. 
I’m a teenager like any other teenager. I love to do exciting things, share good times with friends and all that. Inside I’m just like everyone else. I have opinions, I get mad and I love a good ball game. There’s just one problem. You guessed it-the CP. Continue reading CP & All
Ezer Mizion Matan activity clubs for teens and young adults with CP and other disabilities opened the year with a boat ride at the Herzliya Marina. Happy sailing!
Since 2007 Ezer Mizion has been chosen as a participant in the U.S. government program’s Combined Federal Campaign that offers federal employees the opportunity of making contributions to non-profit organizations by payroll deductions. 
The campaign enables civilian, military and postal employees to make either one-time or monthly donations to benefit participating organizations. Continue reading CFC #11583
“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…
Members of the Social Club for the
Mentally Ill display their clock creations
Menachem Weiss, a “special” teen, reports weekly to Merkaz Ha’inyanim on an angle of life that he alone can talk about
Hi, it’s me. Menachem Weiss. I’m the teen with CP. I hate describing myself like that. Actually I’m a fun-loving guy who takes life seriously but also knows how to have a great time. And I happen to have CP. But the truth is the CP really does color my life a real lot and, anyways, you wouldn’t remember who I am unless I remi
nd you about the CP. So lets start all over… Hi, it’s me. Menachem Weiss, the one with the CP. Continue reading CP and Fun??
“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…
In the chill, still hour of early morning, there was an atmosphere of anticipation and solemnity, as bus after bus filled with women charged with a mission: to pray at the holy gravesites of tzaddikim in the North on behalf of the many ill and distraught of our people.
No one
was more fit for the task than they, the women who give selflessly of their time and energy throughout the year to assist those in need. Continue reading A Most Important Mission
Avrohom Fried shares his dynamic spirit with Ezer Mizion’s special needs campers. Ezer Mizion hosts sleepaway camps and day camps for special needs children and teens in addition to camps geared especially for children afflicted with CP, retreats for diabetic young adults and its camps for cancer patients and their families.
Partially due to society’s stigmas, the mentally ill are compelled to prove to the world – and even more importantly, to themselves – that their lives can be meaningful. For those with musical inclinations, Ezer Mizion’s Sounds of the Soul music group fills that need and helps them to restore a sense of self-esteem. Says Danny* who plays the bass guitar, “When I saw the audience dancing to the music that we had created, I understood that I am worth something. I’m not a ‘broken utensil’ to be discarded as refuse. I can create. I have
value.” Continue reading Sounds of the Soul
