{"id":6545,"date":"2022-09-28T13:33:17","date_gmt":"2022-09-28T17:33:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ezermizion.org\/blog\/?p=6545"},"modified":"2022-09-28T13:33:17","modified_gmt":"2022-09-28T17:33:17","slug":"the-power-of-a-tuna-fish-sandwich","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ezermizion.org\/blog\/the-power-of-a-tuna-fish-sandwich\/","title":{"rendered":"The Power of a Tuna Fish Sandwich"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Volunteering<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

A volunteer accepts an assignment. What does that mean? In Ezer Mizion language it means to give over her whole heart. Like the middle-aged volunteer asked to help out a mother with MS. The mother was so severely handicapped that her six-year-old son once shouted at her: How can you be a mother if you can\u2019t do anything?! <\/em>Words that pierced through the mother\u2019s soul. She was hurting and so were her children. They needed caring and she was unable to provide it. And so \u2018Grandma\u2019 joined the family. She was not actually related but what difference does that make for an Ezer Mizion volunteer? She took over in the practical details plus all the extras. A new style knapsack like all the other kids have. A new dress for a classmate\u2019s birthday party.\u00a0 Every single item on the beginning-of-the-school-year teachers\u2019 lists plus a pen that could write in four colors. A Chol Hamoed (holiday) trip. Chanukah gifts. She even bought the six-year-old a scooter. There was a big black, empty hole before she came. Now their days are colored pink, filling the empty spaces as only a grandmother can do.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Another volunteer tells the story of how she joined Ezer Mizion\u2019s army of volunteers:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEat. Just a little.\u201d In one hand she held a sandwich. The other was patting me on the shoulder. With such warmth. Such love. Such caring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Twenty years ago, my son was critically wounded in a terrorist attack. They brought him to Sheba-Tel Hashomer Hospital, sedated and intubated. I knew that his days were numbered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cA little more,\u201d she gently urged me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI can\u2019t! It\u2019s my son!  He\u2019s in a coma! They say\u2026.they say\u2026he\u2019ll never\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She held me tight. I felt protected in her embrace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEat. You need strength.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I hadn\u2019t eaten all day. Maybe for longer than that. Time didn\u2019t exist. Only my son existed as he lay there in a hospital bed.  Dying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHow can I eat?\u201d I sobbed. \u201cSoon my son will be gone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou need strength. Strength to cry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She held my hand and fed me. Each bite laced in compassion.   I felt her strength holding me up. I finished that sandwich. To this day I can taste that tuna. And I began to feel stronger. Able to handle come what may.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I made a promise when she left. \u201cHashem (G-d), if my son wakes up. I promise You. I promise that I will become that volunteer. I will volunteer for Ezer Mizion and be on the giving end. For Your children, Hashem. For all your children who are in pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Four hours passed. I sat there. Waiting. Dreading. And praying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Suddenly were shouts. Nurses. Doctors. They came running. The whole medical team stood there in shock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I sat there frozen. Numb. Unable to process what was happening right before my eyes. Little by little\u2026 my son whom I had already begun to part from\u2026began… to wake up. He looked at me. My precious son. And I remembered my promise to the ultimate Healer. A promise I never forgot. For twenty years, I have tried to give back what I received that day from the Ezer Mizion volunteer. The power of a tuna sandwich when garnished with love.<\/p>\n\"Facebook\"<\/a>\"twitter\"<\/a>\"pinterest\"<\/a>\"linkedin\"<\/a>\"mail\"<\/a>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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