by Yarden FranklMarch 27th, 2017
Over the last few years, Gilly, my kids and I have biked, run, and swam for a variety of charities. (Next year we will get mudded up — but that’s another post.)
Combined, we have raised hundreds of thousands of dollars and shekels. We have helped schools for special needs children, renovated a chemo unit, and supported a summer camp for kids who have lost a parent or a brother or sister.
I was so inspired by the idea of activity-based fund-raising, that I came to work for the ALYN Children’s Hospital — known world-wide for the Wheels of Love ride (which might just be the best charity bike ride in the world).
But ALYN doesn’t just have great sports events for people to raise money — it’s also an amazing place that I don’t think I can accurately describe.
But I’ll try.
The other day my ankle was hurting from a run the night before. I was feeling grumpy as I struggled up the stairs to my office. And coming down the stairs was a therapist teaching an 8 year old boy how to go down stairs with his new prosthetic leg.
Kinda hard to complain about your self-inflicted running injury when you see that.
Yet despite the fact that it looked really hard, the therapist was making the boy smile. He had turned the step exercise into a game. I even heard a laugh at one point.
That’s what happens all the time here.
The therapists teach the kids to shoot baskets, and bake cookies, plant flowers, even play with puppies! The kids don’t even realize that these activities are therapies to help strengthen their muscles and their balance — and their emotions. They just want to do the same fun stuff that all children can do. Why should it matter that they need a motorized wheelchair or a ventilator?
These are kids first — not just “patients”.
I could go on, but the point is every time I walk through the doors and see these kids, I think: “Thank G-d there is a place like ALYN.”
So of course, I know you are expecting me to announce that I am riding my bike to the moon or something and ask for donations for ALYN.
But I’m not. Not this time.
This time my wife Gilly and my son Yedidya will be the participants. And even though neither can run a marathon (yet), we have an event that requires more mental than physical strength.
On April 13, they will both jump out of an airplane 3,000 meters up. The rest of the family and I will be waiting on the ground for them (this is definitely NOT on my bucket list).
Please click here to support them. I have covered all the costs for the event, so that every dollar, shekel, and Swiss Kronar you give will go to help the kids here at the hospital. (If you would like to raise money yourself and join them on the jump, let me know.)
The Frankl Family is very grateful that we are physically able to push the limits with everything we do. Please help us help those for whom pushing the limits means walking down stairs with an artificial leg.
Yarden, Gilly, Yedidya and the rest of the Frankl Family.