So apparently Naaleh Farm wasn’t enough.
We needed another one.
Because Jews see a perfectly good therapeutic farm helping soldiers, terror survivors and people carrying trauma and naturally say:
“Excellent. Let’s make this more complicated.”
😂
So here is the news:
Naaleh is growing.
We have secured a second location in Efrat.
Which is amazing.
It is exciting.
It is meaningful.
And, naturally, it means I am now going to shamelessly ask you for money.
A lot of it.
Please give us all your money.
Fine. Keep enough for groceries.
But the rest?
Naaleh.
😂
This cause is incredibly close to my heart.
And whether you are religious, secular, Jewish, Christian, Muslim, atheist, spiritually confused, politically exhausted, or you simply like animals more than people, which frankly is becoming increasingly understandable, this is something worth supporting.
Our soldiers and first responders have been carrying an unbelievable burden.
Some wounds are obvious.
Some aren’t.
Some people come home physically fine and mentally still somewhere else entirely.
And healing doesn’t always happen sitting in a sterile room staring at somebody holding a clipboard.
Sometimes it happens outside.
Sometimes it happens working.
Sometimes it happens with animals.
Sometimes it happens planting something.
Sometimes it happens sitting with somebody who understands without needing a twenty-minute explanation.
Sometimes it happens because a goat decides your personal space is merely a suggestion.
That is Naaleh.
For the religious people reading this, this is Shabbas Shuva.
The Shabbat of return.
The week where Jews suddenly become extremely interested in repentance after spending eleven months behaving like Hashem does not have Wi-Fi.
We talk about teshuva.
We talk about tefillah.
We talk about tzedakah.
And the Gemara gives us that wonderful Jewish principle:
כל ישראל ערבים זה בזה
We are responsible for one another.
Not theoretically.
Not in a Facebook-comment sort of way.
Actually responsible.
And for my non-Jewish friends, the translation is basically:
If somebody carried the burden for you, you don’t walk away when they need help carrying theirs.
That is the whole thing.
Pretty simple.
No theology degree required.
Now, here is where I become completely unbearable.
DONATE.
Seriously.
Donate.
$18.
$36.
$100.
$180.
$1,800.
$18,000.
$180,000.
I am extremely flexible on this issue.
There is no donation I will find offensively large.
None.
Test me.
😂
Donate here:
And if you cannot donate, VOLUNTEER.
We need people.
Come help.
Come build.
Come plant.
Come work.
Come spend time with the animals.
Come do something useful with your hands instead of spending another three hours online arguing with someone named “PatriotEagle1974” who lives in his mother’s basement in Nebraska.
And COME VISIT.
Seriously.
I love visitors.
A ridiculous number of people who read my stuff have already come to visit me in Israel.
Which proves two things:
The internet is a strange place.
Apparently none of you are sufficiently frightened by me.
So come.
Come to Efrat.
Come see Naaleh.
Come see what we are building.
Come meet the people.
Come see where the money goes.
Come see the land.
Come pet an animal.
Come drink coffee.
Come experience something real.
And yes, if you tell me you read my posts, I will probably talk far too much.
You have been warned.
This isn’t some abstract charity with a glossy brochure full of photographs of suspiciously happy people pointing at charts.
This is real.
People are hurting.
People are healing.
People are rebuilding their lives.
And we have a chance to help.
That matters.
Especially now.
Our defenders defended us.
Now we help defend them.
Not with speeches.
Not with hashtags.
Not with another “Am Yisrael Chai” graphic somebody made in Canva.
With action.
With time.
With money.
With community.
With showing up.
So this Shabbas Shuva, open your heart.
Open your calendar.
Open your front door and come visit.
And please, for the love of everything holy…
OPEN YOUR WALLET.
Because apparently land, therapists, equipment, animals, food, programs and construction companies remain stubbornly unwilling to accept “good vibes” as payment.
Very unreasonable of them.
Shabbat Shalom.
Gmar Chatima Tova.
And to everybody, Jewish or not, religious or not, thank you for standing with the people who have stood for all of us.
Naaleh is growing.
Now help us grow it.
Visit.
Volunteer.
Give.
And if you are wealthy and feeling especially guilty before Yom Kippur…
I have outstanding news for you.
Nobody in Efrat helped me with cancer when my daughter saved people in Rising Lion. Only the soldiers get help not their families. Sadly you should be ashamed on the eve before yom kippur asking me to volunteer or donate when i am an Australian israeli with 8th generation jerusalemite children whom do not get help for their mother but risk their lives for Am Israel for years. No Tshuvah or hesed is the way of many organisations whom claim to be zionistic. I am fed up with insults have no shabbat dinner or invite for rosh hashana first time alone and sick dying and i used to live near Naaleh in Modiin where were or are you ! So much for hesed or tshuvah and jewish values i got from family in the Diaspora. Shame on you asking a disabled advocate for donations time and money. Gmar Hatimah tova keep praying!