After reading the eulogies of the youngest SandyHook victim Noah Pozner’s mother and uncle, it was clear that the food he loved most was tacos.As his mother Veronique Pozner so movingly stated: 

Most of all, I will miss your visions of your future. You wanted to be a doctor, a soldier, a taco factory manager. It was your favorite food, and no doubt you wanted to ensure that the world kept producing tacos.

Noah’s Uncle, Alexis Haller echoed the same sentiment:

Noah was a wonderful son and a loving brother. He was kind, caring, smart, funny, and sometimes even a little mischievous. He liked to tell his sisters that he worked in a taco factory; when they asked him how he got to work, he would give them a funny look as if to say he knew something that they didn’t.

So it became clear to me that this kid loved tacos. When I think about Ayelet, she loved Straws and stickers more than anything.

And for some reason his picture was stuck to me, like Ayelet’s. His mischievous smirk. If only we could continue Noah’s dream for him in a positive way to show how much life this little kid had.  

So in a late night brainstorm with my digital coworkers we can up with this site idea. Tacos for Noah - A site to make your own virtual taco for Noah www.tacosfornoah.com and add your special ingredient (guac, cheese, fish) or prayer (world peace, love) to remember this ‘little man’, as he was called by his mom. To virtually create his Taco Factory. His future.

If you get a moment, try it out.  Everything I learned about tragedy is about ‘the response’. The reaction. 

And while it will take time, we can bounce back to be better - and so this is my first start at helping remembering this ‘little man’ with the big soul, and mexicali palette, with pure positivity - just like another precious soul we we all hold close to our hearts.

So now my wizard of oz mantra is: “Tacos, Stickers and Straws. OH MY!”

Thanks Hindy and Thank you all for being here. When thinking about the connection between Ayelet and the Torah, I was skeptical when Lawrence Witt called us about the project – because Ayelet was a girl who honestly, didn’t have much exposure to Torah in general. She was like our get-out-of-Judaism-free card for two years.

But still she is Rabbi Poupko’s granddaughter, so she couldn’t be that irreligious? I thought I’d share one moment of how irreligious Ayelet was, that has been stuck in my head: 

I vividly remember her first Yom Kippur, I was walking back for the break and I see our nanny, her son Josiah, pushing the stroller down Broadway. And what I thought was an oasis, looked like something was on top of the stroller. As I got closer I saw the stroller was covered in McDonalds Burgers, Shakes and Fries. I look in, and see Ayelet’s smiling happily playing with ketchup packets and holding a happy meal fry. I was wearing a kittel, she was wearing a happy meal. Again, It is Yom Kippur, one hour before neilah. So I wouldn’t call her the most religious of gals.

But all of Ayelet’s journey had some Jewish context - from the beginning when she got sick and Rabbi Poupko & Mindy came to New York and did the fastest Passover seder in the history of the world, instead of 4 cups it was like 4 shots, so we could get back to Sloan Kettering for Ayelet —- to celebrating the miracle of the 8th day of Chanukah last year in the ICU with the miracle of Ayelet awakening, being extubated after fighting off a lung infection – all of her journey was set with the back drop of the Jewish Holidays.

And every blog health update through the transplant was 1 part updated with medical updates, and 1 part an in-depth detail of the tin-foiled kosher foods, the warming tray, the smoked meat, the kosher coordination that Tamar and Arna so perfectly planned and provided for Shabbos or Succos or a regular Tuesday. All of her tragic story was a story of being Jewish through these challenges.

And sadly when we needed it most, this is where you came in, the tehillim prayer groups, the challahs, the asher yatzars and ultimately, heartbreakingly, the shiva visits from Montreal, Israel, and Cincinnati were all a testament to how superhumanly “Jewish” we all became for a little broken girl - who literally herself- had no Jewish identity.

We all immediately, without shame or judgment, knew what to do. What was important. She reminded us how to act, how to live and most powerfully, how to respond. The least religious of us became these super-Jews?

And on a personal level of all her tricks, I loved most when my yarmulke would fall off - Ayelet would quickly put it back on my head. She reminded me of who I was, my yiddishkeit. So I ask you: How is it that a girl who had no Jewish identity no understanding of Judaism, was able to provide us all with a sense of everything it stands for?

And in thinking about the connection between Torah & Ayelet, it hit me when I thought about Hospital Rounds in Cincinnati. Every morning we would leave Ayelet’s room and be greeted by 20 doctors in a circle from all disciplines, running through every drug every number. And in moments there would be a Talmudic conversation about what it means. Dr Davies says this, the attending says that, fellow/attending disagreed, this medicine or that medicine, machlokes Sloan Kettering/Cincinnati. Every drop, every number mattered, and changed the outlook. The family and doctors were arguing like Tosafos/Rush and Rambam and it was overwhelming, hard to understand and get my head wrapped around it all. 

And then we would do the clinical view, and we would walk into Ayelet’s hospital room and there Ayelet would be happily playing with a sticker-sheet from Montreal, a straw from NY, and wearing a perfect outfit & headband. She would pivot look up and smile. Huh? Is this the same girl we were just talking about in numbers, doses and charts?

And it became clear that the numbers, the medicine, and frankly her disease were just incidental to Ayelet’s real story. Posting one picture of Ayelet’s smile, made us pivot to her real story. Just looking at her – we were all mesmerized with her ability to live and keep on living, fighting. The way she played with stickers like it was her life’s work, and unraveled straws like everyone was magical. She snuggled to Hindy so tight and slept so close when she was tired. She was so clear on what she loved and what she didn’t. Without words she knew what to focus on, what was important.

And while I mentioned Ayelet knew nothing about Torah, I’d also like to submit to you that she knew nothing about death either. She was all about life. With every inch of her 14lb body and soul her single message she gave us was to live. That’s all she knew.

This was her gift to us. Her reminder to us. To pivot to what is important.

And when I think about it, the Torah works in a similar fashion. Like Ayelet, this Torah is little, it cannot talk. It cannot walk. But how mesmerized were we watching it being written?

It is that same reminder. That beating heart that reminds us to choose life. To pivot to what is important. The commentaries, the halachos, the laws, the mitzvos, are so important to keep us focused on what matters, but we cannot lose sight of the north star, the main message of Judaism. The eitz chaim - it is the tree of life. To live life to the fullest. This is what the torah and mitzvos are there for.

You know, this week was Ayelet’s birthday - and I thought about when Ayelet was born, right around Chanukah this time, people would wish us the customary blessing – may Ayelet live to “Torah, Chuppah and Massim Tovim” Which is hard to think about… And since Ayelet is not here - I would submit that this Montreal community, this Montreal event, achieves this blessing for her. Humor me to go through it for a second.

The first one is easy. Did Ayelet live up to the Torah? To live a life rooted in these values: As we said, Ayelet didn’t know it but she embodied the values that we all aspire to. She made us better. And this Montreal Torah is for her.

It’s interesting that there’s a mitzvah to write a torah, but if you can’t, you can appointed someone to do it for you. The sofer (Thank You Jamie Shear for dedicating the last 6 months to writing this perfect torah). And it’s a mitzvah to get an aliyah and read the Torah and if we can’t someone does it for us. The baal koreh. This idea of shaliach, a messenger, to do it for someone who cannot. This Torah is our way of being a shaliach for Ayelet, to keep living, when she cannot. This was her message, her gift, and she fulfilled this blessing.

The Second is harder to think about - To chuppah? Wedding canopy. Did anyone notice how we danced the torah in? There was a chuppah just like a wedding. There was dancing, just like the wedding. There will be food just like a wedding.

Weddings celebrate the creation of a new community, like our Ayelet Nation, and continuation. Again, this community has pickuped, to be her shaliach, when she cannot, to continue on. How fitting this dedication is on Ayelet’s Uncle Ezy Poupko and Chany Wilner’s ufrfuf weekend, celebrating continuity, celebrating the chuppah and in turn remembering Ayelet.

And finally the Massim Tovim. Did Ayelet fulfill doing good deeds? The outcry of all that was done and continue to be done in memory of this little girl who with no energy was able to move mountains. 55 bone marrow matches found. A wave of good deeds to match the wave of tears. All for Ayelet. And on a personal level have we not become better people, better parents, better jews?

So I hope we can continue to be her shaliach of this message. And every time we see this Torah being read or held or lifted for Hagbah - think of Ayelet. Pivot to what is important. Ayelet wasn’t strong enough to move but she would always love to answer when we asked “How big is Ayelet?” “SO BIG!” Lifting her hands. Like she was lifing the Torah. Like Moshe Rabbenu, Like Rocky Balboa. And, in turn, lifting us. So thank you and let’s all continue to be Ayelet’s little messengers.

I just wanted to thank Rabbi Septimus and thank you Young Israel of North Woodmere, and everyone for being here for this awesome communal event - and donating to such an important cause, The Gift of Life. Jews are massively underrepresented in the international donor registry and every single penny, donation, goes to getting more of us in the system. Giving someone else another shot.

This works for tonight, since Jews are massively underrepresented in the NFL - so since we can’t really play –  we can watch, support, and obviously eat to the level of an NFL football player.  Thank you for all of this.

 Special shout out to my mentor Jordan Hiller who took a roadtrip with me to Graceland when we were 19 and aside from my mom, is the biggest bangitout/galena promoter I have ever met. His enthusiasm is infectious. 100%. He is someone who is crazy enough to make you believe in the impossible –even when there is no power, no TV, no basement.  He makes the impossible possible with events like this. It’s his Magic:  This is the real trick of his J-Trick email address. The Hillers, a source of so much good, a treasure to have in your community.  

But before we get back to the game, I wanted to take a few moments to talk about our daughter Ayelet who many of you know through her courage, her story, her fight - but what you didn’t know was…. she was an avid football fan.

Here is a picture of Ayelet at a Philadelphia Eagles playoff game reunion with all my highschool friends. This may be abit awkward considering this is a Giants party. However I do have Cruz and Nicks on my fantasy team, so I am allowed.

Ayelet was an absolutely adorable cheerleader.

Her vibrant big smile shown through, eyes wide open, cheering her dad’s team with her family. Like most insane dads, of course, I bought every sports paraphernalia you could ever imagine, boxes of philly sports onsies lined Ayelet’s room.

But this was before it all, when she was just a year old, she had some symptoms, but before we knew she was really sick.  We got a call a few weeks after that game from a doctor at CHOP in Philly who said Ayelet was diagnosed with a horrifying disease called Dyskaratosis Congenita, a disease so rare it’s a 1 in 4 million chance getting it. It has many affects on her body, the worst being it causes bone marrow failure. She’d need a bone marrow transplant and needed it now.

Ayelet was sadly chosen, drafted, and we needed to react.

And so we used facebook and bangitout.com – a website I ran with Jordan and my brother - and teamed up with the Gift of Life and the Jewish community – and through friends  like those here through Moshava, Ramah, YU, Reishit, Y&R, VML,  the UWS we had tons of marrow drives in so many Jewish communities and beyond… Unfortunately we never found a perfect match but it was good enough to move forward to transplant in Cincinnati, OH.  I said if bangitout.com was created for the sole purpose about getting this message out – I say dayenu. If every Jordan Hiller Movie Review equated to another person in the bone marrow registry – it was worth banging it out. And through this we had hope.

In the end, we found 52 lifesaving matches for others. As we have seen with Sandy, another testament to how a real community like this reacts in times of struggle.

And the funny thing is, when we got to Cincinnati to do the transplant and started the blog documenting her battle, we realized we were totally wrong about Ayelet being the cheerleader. The fan.

Hindy and I in fact were the cheerleaders.

Ayelet would have to play.

It was her on the field, not us. It was her fight, her game, and all we could do was cheer. And through the blog we created Ayelet Nation, this loyal fanbase, many of you here tonight, were cheering louder than we could ever imagine.

And after the past two years of fighting, I am absolutely convinced, based on what I have witnessed, and this kid’s will to fight, to live, that my daughter Ayelet could have had an absolutely amazing NFL football career.  I’m serious.

Think about it, what makes a good football player? Aside from the fact that Ayelet had a perfect game face (below), I’d wonder what traits do the best players have?

First, I would argue is strength. While Ayelet could not walk and barely crawl, the strength she displayed through her ordeal was superhuman. The doctors said they were baffled that they found she had Pancreatitis, one of the most painful diseases, because she didn’t show the pain. Her resilience was astounding and at times I could only imagine how much pain she was playing through to keep her fight going. For us. For her. She was damn strong. Her body was beefed up covered in wires and medical equipment but how strong she was underneath it - how tough, Angry bird, LT tough, Reggie White tough.

The second trait for a football great is leadership. Ayelet could not talk but she would be very clear what she wanted. The Poupko Personality. Strategic. A Brut. She would lead us onto the field, on what to do, without words, she would set the tone, and she would call the shots. Like a QB speaking in code, and the team knowing exactly the play. Eh, pass the blankie, Eh, don’t leave. Hindy and I still communicate in her non-verbal language. Cornerbacks read the eyes of a QB. To read the eyes. To see her fire. To know exactly how they feel without words. We all know this and have people we do this with. Ayelet led and played and lived the way she wanted. And she would decide when it was time to fight, time to snuggle and when it was ultimately time to say goodbye.

Interestingly enough, many of us are in fantasy football leagues. And with this I will close, and you choose players not based on their team or their location but based on their individual performance.

And when I think about it, it is this point that I am so proud about Ayelet Nation. The tens of thousands who drafted our daughter Ayelet and her story as if she was their own child, their underdog, their shining star.

They put her on their team, and cheered her when she was up - and cried and prayed to the depths of their souls when she was down. You stuck with her through this journey and continue to remind us to keep carrying her message. To keep her sense of vitality, and the vitality she gave us, alive.  Her fiery black eyes fighting for life. You followed our Ayelet, our swift deer, our little pug of a running back, and ran with her story.

And we need this. We need to carry her, carry this Ayelet experience with us throughout our lives. She was our daughter, but she was on each of your teams. Is there any other community who does this with the children of strangers?

And most of all, Ayelet was eternally in your hearts, and Ayelet, above everything else, was all heart – or as they say in the movie Jerry Maguire – “No heart? I’m all Heart MotherF##$%.”  Sorry.

So thank you for this beautiful event and let’s keep cheering for those in our lives whomever they may be, who remind us to keep fighting and living. Hold them close. Ehh Ayelet would say - Get off the sidelines and get into the game. Ayelet would have liked that and just smirked to see you along with her. Thank you.  

Hindy & Seth gave out two Ayelet Courage Awards to Ezra Fineman and Dylan Rabinovich….here is the portion of the transcript from last night’s magical night: 

NY1 Reported on it today: http://www.ny1.com/content/top_stories/172551/hope-for-perfect-match-shines-at—gift-of-life—gala

HINDY

Thank you Kelly, were so honored that you could be here tonight, I feel like saying, xoxo, but I wont.

Good evening everyone, were so moved to be here with all of you and thankful to be able to honor our daughter Ayelet in this way.

Everyone in this room represents what we have come to all, “Ayelet Nation,” friends, family, and people we never met who came together to support us and Ayelet these past few years. Tonight’s event serves as testimony to the incredible people who stepped up when we were fighting for Ayelet’s life and who continue to be there to ensure that Ayelet and her story will never be forgotten. While, there will always be a hole in our hearts, all of you in this room have helped, each in your own way, to bring us comfort.

Jessica, you are the force tonight’s event. You have modeled for all of us what it means to commit to cause and see it through. Look what you’ve done and how many lives you have already saved. Words will never adequately express our gratitude to us for bringing Ayelet to life tonight.

 SETH

Who was this pint sized 14lb ball of fun named Ayelet – a name most can barely pronounce? It’s my job to introduce you to her, to those who didn’t follow her, or for those who did. To bring her to life tonight at this very special event. 

So meet Ayelet.

First - Ayelet’s personality was revealed most when we got to the hospital for the transplant.  Ayelet couldn’t talk, barely crawl, but she was absolutely clear about what she wanted. So many odds going against her, still her hard nosed Poupko personality shown almost too visibilly though. Pass me my blankie. Snuggle with me so tight. We’d walk out - Don’t leave. Hindy and I still sometimes don’t talk and communicate better like ayelet. I’d put on a whole show making jokes or sing songs at 2AM and she would just look up smirk and go back to her work. A brut. An angry bird.  A fighter. She was growing up in the hospital before our eyes. Her, albeit high maintenance, personality came to life.  

She also somehow got extremely creative. Medical bottles became fun, removing caps and stickers off them. She’d spend half a day peeling stickers and posting them to the hospital wall, and the next half of the day removing them. She’d take every hospital  straw and unpeel them. So entertaining. Even today I still steal straws from 7/11 for her. Her absolute creative ability to entertain came to life.

And for me, when my yarmulke fell off she would quickly pickup up and put it on my head. She reminded me of who I was, my purpose, my responsibility on this planet.  Are we fighting like she is, who with nothing was able to give us a sense of everything?

Admit it, it was thrilling.  I look back and while this may sound strange, those months in the hospital were my happiest of my entire life. I had a higher sense of vitality than any time before.  And for you, was there anything more thrilling that reading the ups and downs of Ayelet on the blog? Every morning update mattered. Living for months in the bottom of the ninth. The goalline in the superbowl. And Ayelet would just smirk and go back to her stickers, be herself.

Why? Why did readers gravitate to this little shaved head wonderfully dressed ball of life? Ayelet reminds us that real life is a gift, a gift, with ups and downs and tears and laughs and complexities. But it’s our job to live it. And we need to be a brut, be Rocky, be an angry bird be giving because this is all that matters.  

You know I sometimes cry about Ayelet. And with this I’ll close, but it’s never ever out of sadness, or feeling bad about myself.  It’s tears of pride.

To be so so proud of our brave daughter. Proud how damn tough she was, proud how she made us live, reawakening a sense of purpose in us, of courage, strength and bravery that I did not know any of us had.

Proud of our friends & coworkers who got up and fought like Ayelet was their own child. Now, this is real community! Tears of pride poured when her story was listed as the 50 most impactful of the year. Over 50 matches – has a parent ever been so proud?

And crying out of pride and joy for events like this, that were created out of nothing. If this broken little 2 yr old could fight for life, give her everything, that why cant we live like this?  We have this experience and we need to carry it, carry her, with us for the rest of our lives. And when we get down or feel helpless - because it is hard, think about this little soul that was able to move mountains, can you hear her? As her name goes - I don’t say it – I YELL IT.  All of our souls are screaming for it, we need it, and I know all of us can do it. Thank you.

 HINDY

Now, Ayelet didn’t have many friends as we had to keep her away from those germy two year olds…but one friend she did have was our first award winner.

While Ezra and Ayelet never met, we often imagined them being best of friends and even joked about them getting married one day. Ezra sent germ-free drawings to Ayelet in the hospital and Seth and I had the privilege of getting to know Ezra’s parents, Robin and Evan, as they embarked on the difficult path of finding a match for Ezra.

Ezra needed a match to cure his rare primary immune system disorder called Hyper IgM Syndrome, which prevents his body from producing antibodies to fight infection.  With a faulty immune system, Ezra has been unable to enjoy normal childhood activities like preschool, birthday parties, and playdates.  

As no suitable bone marrow donor was found in Ezra’s family or in the worldwide registries, Robin and Evan contacted Gift of Life to help them find a match for Ezra.  Bone marrow drives were held throughout the country and the world with the hopes of finding him a perfect match and after 2 years of searching, these drives led to over 4,500 potential donors and matches for nearly 60 other patients in need.

As no bone marrow match for Ezra was found, his parents made the difficult decision to move forward with a riskier transplant using a mismatched cord blood unit and the transplant took place this past May.  Ezra continues his recovery at home and in isolation.  It is currently unclear whether Ezra’s transplant is taking and whether he will be cured.  Despite these difficult circumstances, he continues to amaze the watchful doctors and nurses with his spirit, enthusiasm for life and his love of basketball, music and space shuttles.

Seth and I went to visit Ezra at Sloan Kettering during the transplant and we brought him this really cheap golf set and we were just amazed at how much energy he had considering how weak his little body was.

We are all hopeful that Ezra’s donor cells will do what they need to do and that Ezra can live of life free of needles and doctors.

Nothing brings us greater joy than to present little Ezra, through his parents Robin and Ezra, with the Ayelet Galena Courage award, “In recognition of your incomparable courage, incredible resiliency and loving and infectious spirit!”

Robin and Evan, please come to the podium and accept this award on behalf of Ezra.

Shortly after Dylan Rabinovich was born, he was moved to the NICU because he was jaundice and suffering from what doctors call, “failure to thrive.”  In time, his parents learned Dylan has a very rare and severe genetic disorder called Emanuel Syndrome.  Instead of having 46 chromosomes, he has 47.  

Dylan’s life has been a whirlwind of doctors, many hospital stays and hundreds of tests. Emanuel Syndrome is so rare that only about five children are born with it each year around the world.  In addition to Emanuel Syndrome, Dylan has a host of other medical problems and his parents were told Dylan would not live to see his first birthday, but he has defied the odds.  This December, Dylan will turn 7.

It just so happened that Dylan and Ayelet were one floor away from each other when Dylan underwent lifesaving surgery at Cincinnati Children’s Hospital.  

Dylan is a living inspiration to us all. He teaches us to never take no for answer and to not live your life by anyone else’s expectations but your own.

Dylan’s courage to face the many complications and difficulties of his life is truly humbling.

We are so honored to be able to recognize Dylan’s courage tonight and present him and his parents, Melissa and Oleg, with the Ayelet Galena Courage Award, “In recognition of your bravery, fight for life, resilience and for being a very charming young flirt!

Humbling: Supermom HINDY (Ayelet’s ‘constant companion’) has been recognized as one of the 50 most impactful people of 2012.

We, and I am sure Ayelet is looking down smirking, are ao so proud: http://forward.com/specials/forward-50-2012/?full-list

To top it off, Hindy’s Profile on the Forward Website is also the Most Viewed Profile of the Forward 50. Thank you Ayelet Nation for increasing awareness about Ayelet and her fight and the inspiration I know many more will hopefully find (read blog from beginning)
Unexpected Heros: http://blogs.forward.com/forward-thinking/166000/forward-s-unexpected-stars/

Got a few request for photos this week, so as I was digging I got stuck in the masses of memories and photos. here are a few sets that pulled me in.

Attention all Long Islanders/Tristate area sports/Ayelet Fans:

The Young Israel of North Woodmere Synagogue’s Annual Game Night - where they turn their synagogue into an amazingly kosher sports night/auction/community building event to watch the GIANTS - has decided to dedicate this year’s proceeds to the Gift of Life, in memory of Ayelet.

Long Island has been battered by the storm and need Ayelet Nation to help make this huge. One thing we’ve learned to do is respond to tragedy. Responding is the most important.

Long time Galena mentor, the creative Jordan Hiller has put together a night of big screens, big food (massive kosher BBQ) and big hearts. The great thing about it is: it’s all free to attend, and all auction, raffle and donations go to finding matches for others.

If you are in the area or know someone on Long Island that needs some cheer, come out to the warm Young Israel Synagogue Sunday Event for a night of fun for the whole family. And realize there are still good people, making huge strides to making something as fun as watching a football game something so much more holy.

You can sign up on Facebook here: http://www.facebook.com/events/294841253954004/?fref=ts

Details below:

Young Israel of North Woodmere
7PM - 11PM
634 Hungry Harbor Rd, Valley Stream, New York 1158