Touching the Kotel From Far Away

The Kotel looms large and golden above you. You reach out your hand to touch the stones. Soft vibrancy runs through your body. You are touching the history of your people. You are connecting with eternity.

Now picture a very different scene. Penina*, a middle-aged single mother, lies in a hospital bed in theHadassah Ein Kerem Medical Center, miles away from the brilliant Old City. Her body is exhausted. Aches and pains assail her legs, her back, and other limbs. Treatment for cancer can be aggressive, dramatic, and above all, frightening.

Penina doesn’t know who she can turn to. Her children do the best they can to help, but they are coping with their own emotions. She wishes she could reach out and touch the soft, golden stones of the Kotel where all Israelis, and Jews from the world over, turn in times of trouble.

She remembers only a few months ago when she visited during after one hot summer day. Twilight was falling and a cool breeze was replacing the sweltering afternoon. Penina picked up a worn book of Tehillim (Psalms) and began to whisper the ancient words. Comfort coursed through her. She felt her heart beating within, the blood of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, a living connection with the God they had lived and died for.

Penina sighs as she remembers those days long ago. She had closed up the book of Tehillim with a smile, reached up to give the Kotel a final caress, and had started home content in the knowledge that she had made a connection with Someone greater than herself. But here in the cold halls of Hadassah Ein Kerem, G-d seems so far away.

Suddenly, Penina’s reverie is interrupted by the ring of a phone. The cell phone at her bedside has begun to vibrate urgently. Glancing at the screen, Penina sees the number of Rabbi Yitzchak Weingott, the director of Yad Eliezer’s Medical Support Program. When Penina was first admitted to the hospital, Yitzchak coordinated food boxes to aid her family while treatments ate away at their financial resources. He directed them to the Big Brothers and Big Sisters program where her children, especially her girls, received mentors to help them get through the hardest times they had ever faced.

Most importantly, Yitzchak had given Penina the most precious gift of all: hope. Sharing his own story of cancer and recovery, Yitzchak and Yad Eliezer had infused Penina with a new vision of how the future could be.

Penina reaches over to gingerly pick up the phone between weak fingers. “Yitzchak?” she greets him.

“Shalom Penina,” says Yitzchak Weingott, “I am standing by the Kotel. I will hold my phone up to the stones. Would you like to say a few words?”

Tears begin trickling down Penina’s face as Yitzchak’s kindness strikes at her heart. “It’s like you’re right here, Penina,” he tells her.

Penina wipes away her tears and smiles. The worst part of cancer, the fear, is over. Penina knows she is not alone. Yad Eliezer is there to help her. “How can I thank you?,” she whispers.
 
* Name changed for anonymity.



Written on Thursday, Jul. 8, 2010. 6:47 AM
under Medical Support

| by Braha Bender    Back to top

The Poor Man in the Hallway

Dov Weisel is a modest man who runs from honor, but the truth is that he is the manager of Israel’s largest anti-poverty organization.  His office sports a wooden desk crowded with drafts and documents, a small round table for  discussions, several chairs, and a large bookcase. It’s an important office for important meetings, but no meeting is more important to him than greeting the poor.

“A few years ago I was sitting with an important philanthropist,” Dov told me with one of his characteristic smiles. “We were in the middle of a meeting that could affect the lives of hundreds. The discussion was going well when we heard a commotion in the hallway.”

A bedraggled indigent stood in the corridor demanding to have a word with the manager. He had been asked to wait, and explanations had been given. Chairs were available in the waiting area and the receptionist had offered to get him a cup of coffee. Nonetheless, the poor man demanded to see the manager now.

Dov admitted, “To tell you the truth, I was getting agitated. It was a very important meeting. But my father, who was sitting in on the meeting with me, explained that Yad Eliezer hadn’t been started for the philanthropists – they started it for people like the man out in the hallway.”

Rabbi Weisel, Dov’s father, suggested that Dov go and find out what the impoverished man needed to see him about. It would only take a minute. He gently explained that the philanthropist was there to help the poor man, not the other way around.

The philanthropist was nothing but impressed, and Dov told me that he learned a lesson.

“My father is a gadol b’yisrael, a very great man. Everything he does is l’shem shamayim, for the sake of heaven. I decided to join Yad Eliezer because I wanted to be like him. Supporting his mission is the greatest honor.”

I agree with Dov. How about you?



Written on Monday, Jun. 28, 2010. 3:58 AM
under Food Boxes

| by Braha Bender    Back to top