Treatment Plan

I was perfectly healthy, with no risk factors for the disease. No one in my family was sick. And I was a good person!

Fifteen minutes before Shabbos in Eretz Yisrael I got a call from my brother Danny.

“I’m in Las Vegas” he said in a thick voice. “I just overdosed. They’re taking me to the hospital.”

I have a large family and I run a busy company but the minute Shabbos was over I dropped everything and dashed to the airport where I boarded a flight to the US taking literally the last seat on the plane. I spent the next two weeks at Danny’s bedside in the hospital after which I arranged for him to enter a top rehab center whose cost I paid from my own pocket.

When I spoke to my father he was overwhelmed with gratitude. “How can I thank you for what you did for Danny?” he said his eyes brimming with tears. “You saved his life.”