This Week's Thought From The Koby Mandell Foundation
- Sherri Mandell
A Therapeutic Encounter at Camp Koby
One of the young campers hit his head and knocked himself out for a minute or two. (He was fully recovered an hour later.) The boy lay out on the grass with his eyes closed. A camper named Moti passed by with his counselor and got upset, seeing the boy.
His counselor, Amos, asked him: "What's the matter?"
The child said: "I don't want to look at him."
"When my father was dying, he looked like that."
Moti, the camper, didn't want to participate in the next activity because he felt sad. His counselor, said: "Is there something you want to tell me about your father, something you remember?"
"Yes, he loved sports, he loved sailing, …we would watch soccer and play basketball together —he taught me sports."
"You want to go play basketball together? Right now?"
They went…Amos pretended that he couldn't play that well. "My father said that when you shoot you should keep your hands like this." And he showed Amos.
Amos is not a therapist. Yet he provided an exceptional therapeutic moment for Moti. He let the boy embody his father, and so let his father live inside of him, his voice and his teachings.
At camp, they played basketball together every night.