Because of people like you and Beit Halochem, we have reason to get up in the morning. When you recover from the injury, when the wounds have healed … and you get to Beit Halochem – to that warm home – how lucky we are… we have the whole Jewish people behind us.

When the clouds have dispersed and the bloodstains washed from the streets, so begins your journey. This is the battle after the war… A battle you fight with your injured body and aching soul; a battle to breathe, to get up, to stand, to eat unassisted, to speak, to read and write, to do up laces and buttons, to hold a cup without it falling, to hold a child in your arms, to sleep one night … free from nightmares and pain. This is a war of independence. This is your war.

You can do anything… I believe one needs to deal with things and one mustn’t sink… As soon as I arrived at Beit Halochem, I was approached and to ride bikes. I ride with vets wounded 30 years ago and it is amazing… Everyone has one thing in common: the choice they made to keep on living no matter what happened.