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Moshe Zahav, wheelchair-bound
Moshe Zahav knows exactly what he has to look forward to. All day long he sits in his wheelchair staring at his paralyzed, motionless mother laying bundled in her bed.
What he sees is his future.
Moshe shares the same genetic degenerative disease that turned his once vibrant, loving, laughing 'Ima' into a hopeless helpless figure ― totally and utterly dependent on others to feed her, dress her, change her.
It wasn't so long ago that Moshe worked for a living. His job at a downtown supermarket paid a modest salary. But it was enough to keep the meager household going... enough to provide care for his mother while he was out earning a living. Besides, back then when he could still walk, she was in the wheelchair, able to care for herself, more or less.
A monthly government stipend helps the Zahavs. But it is barely enough to cover a fraction of the rent, utilities and full-time help needed for basic survival.
For a while Moshe thought of parking his wheelchair in the shuk and shaking a cup for the kindness and coins of strangers. But he has no way of getting to the shuk. And it's only a matter of time before his hand will be frozen like his mother's ― unable to shake a cup, unable to sit in the wheelchair.
Yad Eliezer makes sure that hot, nutritious meals are delivered to Moshe Zahav and his mother. And when they need help dealing with government offices, Yad Eliezer is always on hand to lend a hand. |
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Nuriel Shrim, of the Israeli Ministry of Agriculture
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Tova Menachem, mother of eight
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Moshe Danino, a farmer in the Negev
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Irena, cancer patient
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Ido Marak, bank manager in Jerusalem
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Morris Sarfati, owner/manager of auto repair centers
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Yossie and David, neighborhood grocery store owners
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Elisha Serchi, laundry man
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Chagit Binyamini, mother of ten
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Nir Baram, volunteer truck driver
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