From the founder
A Letter from Cheryl
On 11 January, Kirsten and I fly to Israel. It’s our sixth mission since October 7, and people keep asking me why we go back. Because they’re still there. The families on the Gaza border came home and are rebuilding. The soldiers still stop at Shuva Junction for a hot meal and dry socks. The wounded are still in rehab, learning to walk again. The headlines moved on. We didn’t.
We don’t go empty-handed. Before we leave we put out a list of what’s needed, and we carry it over in suitcases. The list comes from the people we work with in Israel, because they’re the ones who know which family needs what. At the top this time are trauma kits, the first-aid kit a soldier carries on their body, and warm socks for the closet at Shuva. I promised them we’d be back, and we keep our promises.
Kirsten and I pay our own way, tickets and all. So what you give for relief goes to relief. You don’t have to write a big check. A pair of socks, a trauma kit, a gift card you forgot you had. Every bit of it ends up with someone who needs it, and I hand it over myself.
Come with us, from home. I’ll post from the road.

















