Hi,
My name is Dovid Goodman. I’m 18 years old, and I live in Modiin.
Six months ago, I was just a regular yeshiva bochur. I loved night seder, I played basketball with my friends on Motzash. I had plans. A future. Then I started having constant migraines that wouldn’t go away. At first, we thought it was nothing — just stress or allergies.
But then the headaches turned into vomiting. I was getting dizzy. My vision got blurry sometimes during shiur. My parents finally took me to the hospital. That’s when they discovered the disease. A few weeks later, they discovered that it had spread to my bones. I saw my father leave the room so I wouldn’t see him break down.
There’s a surgery in Boston that could save my life — but it’s extremely expensive. My family doesn’t have the money. We’re barely managing basic bills. They’re devastated that they can’t help me.
I don’t want to die. I don’t want this to be the end of my story. I’m only 18. I haven’t even started life yet. I haven’t gotten married. I haven’t built a family. I haven’t danced at my siblings’ chasunahs or seen my mother smile with real peace in months.
I know I’m a stranger to you. But I’ve seen how Jews help each other, even when they’ve never met. Please, if you can — help me get this surgery. Help me have a chance. I’m only 18.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart, and Hashem should bench you and your family with brahos, simchas, health, parnossah, and siyatta dishmaya,
Dovid Goodman
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