This Week's Thought From The Koby Mandell Foundation
- Sherri Mandell
Lost and Found
"How long have you been coming to Camp Koby?' I asked.
This beautiful young woman looked to be around 18 years old. When she got off the bus at our Camp Koby Chanukah Camp south of Be'er Sheva she ran over to Sherri and gave her a big hug.
"I've been coming since the beginning," she said. "Since I was seven years old. I never miss a camp. I'm in touch with my friends here all the time." She gestured toward three other girls who were standing a few feet away talking and laughing. "We love to be together in camp. In fact, I'm thinking about becoming a counselor next summer."
"How did you get to Camp Koby?" With 400 kids in camp it's impossible to know the story of each one.
"My mother was murdered by terrorists," she answered. "My father re-married-- but its not the same."
"Why do you keep coming back to camp?" I asked.
"I lost something when I was a little girl. But I found something here, too.
"What did you find?"
"Camp Koby and the friends I made here."
Obviously nobody and nothing can ever replace a mother. But this young woman depends on her Camp Koby family for comfort and joy.