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<\/a>Unfortunately, my monetary contributions to the organization are not too impressive. Instead, I try to give my \u201cprofessional donation\u201d: Over the last few years, I participated in dozens of Ezer Mizion\u2019s parlor meetings in the role of guest performer. After the participants are exposed to the organization\u2019s tremendous story, after they ask all their questions, get all their answers, and choose for themselves the area in which they would like to contribute \u2013 it\u2019s my turn. I step up and close the evening with a short comic performance, so as to send the people home with a smile on their face. These events, a model of beautiful community volunteering, almost always take place in a private home. The hosts offer their homes for this purpose and invite their friends over to expose them to Ezer Mizion\u2019s work. The participants enjoy tastefully prepared refreshments, courtesy of the organization\u2019s kitchen staff, listen to a speech given by a representative of the organization with an overview of their activities, see a promotional film describing one of the hearts of the organization\u2019s activities \u2013 the Bone Marrow Registry, ask questions, give donations, have the honor of watching me \u2013 and home they go.<\/span><\/p>\nIn Ezer Mizion\u2019s typical fashion, the representative who trudges out to present the organization before groups of 20-50 people, many times, is none other than its founder and International Chairman, Rabbi Chananya Chollak, the pillar of chessed <\/i>of our generation. Next to me sits Rabbi Chollak \u2013 a great man, a busy man. I watch him from the corner of my eye. He watches the video with interest. Come on, I say to myself. How many times can he watch the same video?<\/span><\/p>\n Then, time after time, it happens: The film ends off at an unbelievably moving climax (I won\u2019t tell you what it is, see for yourselves), the lights go on, and Rabbi Chollak\u2026 takes out a tissue from his pocket, removes his glasses and dries the tears. This man, whose entire adult life is a sequence of dealing with harsh, depressing cases and situations, who has seen everything and heard everything, this man manages to shed tears for the thousandth time at a video that he saw countless times. Once again, I feel I understand the secret of Ezer Mizion\u2019s magic: People. A radiant group of people, unusual people, whose feelings are never dulled. On the contrary. Their feelings are a tremendous springboard for unending activity.<\/span><\/p>\n So for me, Ezer Mizion is not just a \u201cChessed <\/i>Empire\u201d or any other grandiose title. To me, it is simply Chananya\u2019s crumpled tissue dabbing at a tear on the lens of his glasses at the end of a video about a bone marrow transplant. That is Ezer Mizion.<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n To share Chananya\u2019s Chollak\u2019s tears: <\/span>http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=mZKJJUDkEpg<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n For the last three years or so, I have had the honor of serving Ezer Mizion in an original and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2038","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ezer-mizion"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ezermizion.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2038","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ezermizion.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ezermizion.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ezermizion.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ezermizion.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2038"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/ezermizion.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2038\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2042,"href":"https:\/\/ezermizion.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2038\/revisions\/2042"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ezermizion.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2038"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ezermizion.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2038"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ezermizion.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2038"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}} While I wait for my turn to do my bit, I yawn, fiddle with my cell phone, pilfer a cheese blintz from the cordoned-off refreshment bar, etc. I\u2019ll tell you the truth: I don\u2019t even watch the video any more. The first time I saw it, it made me cry, the second time, it gave me the chills, the third and fourth, it moved me \u2013 and that\u2019s it. Since then, my sensitivities were dulled. I\u2019m only human. I can\u2019t get all worked up about a film, moving as it may be, after seeing it thirty times.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"