Ezer Mizion Canada

A Soul Comes Home

amb boy 10yo kosel 12 18
Cancer Support at Ezer Mizion

He was ten years old. Every child knows that after ten comes eleven. It is as certain as night following day.  For a small number of children, though, it may not be. These children, too mature to have the devastating information hidden from them, yet oh so young, oh so pure …these holy souls … have risen to levels unimaginable to their peers.
The cancer had almost paralyzed him. His breathing was weak and oxygen was necessary to keep him alive. He lay there, more soul than body. But what a soul! This young child, whose thoughts should be on collecting stamps and his latest chol hamoed trip, had one wish: to daven (pray) at the kotel in order to  come closer to the Creator of the world, perhaps for his last time as a human being of flesh and blood.
Ezer Mizion, who had been helping the boy and his family in so many ways, heard his request. What heart could remain passive? He was so weak that he could barely utter his entreaty.  Logically, it made no sense. But since when does logic enter into the picture when a soul is crying?
The first step was consultation with the physicians handling his case. These hardened medical people, normally inured to emotion, found themselves inexplicably moved and surprised even themselves by joining the Ezer Mizion staff in finding ways to make it happen. And so step number one was accomplished. The doctors would give the ok but only if a myriad of logistics could be met.
Now the tension only increased. Would his condition allow him to go on the appointed day? If not, the whole procedure would have to begin again. A timely arrival was essential. Would hospital personnel cooperate so that he can leave in time? So many factors. So many places for things to go wrong.
Over the years, Ezer Mizion has developed relationships with many authorities. Now was the time to make use of them. It would be necessary to drive all the way up to the kotel, normally forbidden by law. An area would have to be legally completely cleared since his immune system was compromised and he could not be placed in a crowd. In short, the logistics were tremendous and a miracle was needed.
There were phone calls, emails, in-person meetings with the top people at the Police Department, the Border Police, the Authority of Holy Sites, the Western Wall Authority. The passionate pleas of Ezer Mizion staff moved many ‘immovable walls’ and, bit by bit, plans fell into place. A small amount of time was set aside at the kotel for the boy, about thirty minutes.
The Hand of G-d smoothed the way. Soon the miracle actually happened and there he was, lying on a stretcher inches away from his beloved kotel. With the help of the trained Ezer Mizion drivers, he was able to turn to the side, reach out and kiss the stones. A kiss that resounded in the heaven as the tears of the angels mingled with those on the plaza who were watching from afar. A soul had come home.

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