World Builders

World Builders Circle of Life

By Yisrael Otmazgin

My name is Yisrael Otmazgin. I am a Jewish Israeli, and this is the story of how I saved the life of a Muslim American boy that I never met.

A year has passed since I underwent a bone marrow donation. I underwent surgery, fully sedated, in order to donate bone marrow to a boy whom I didn’t know and had never met. A year in which, according to international law, it is forbidden to reveal the identities of the donor or the recipient of the donation.

Last month, I received a phone call from the coordinator of bone marrow donations at Hadassah Ein Kerem hospital. “Shalom Yisrael,” the coordinator began. “The family of the recipient child of your bone marrow wants to contact you, and I know that you have expressed interest in being in contact as well, so please sign a confidentiality waiver and I’ll connect you.”

Twenty-four hours after I signed the waiver, I received a form with contact details and the preferred method of contact for the family of the recipient. It was then made known to me that the recipient was a young boy in the United States located in the state of Michigan. I wanted to immediately contact them, but how could I? I didn’t know whether the boy’s life had been saved. If the boy died, then contacting them would deepen their trauma.

I decided to send a very carefully worded message. I identified myself as “the donor,” and I wrote that I was very much hoping to save the life of the child who was the recipient.

A few minutes passed and I received a reply. “Hi, This is ******. Israel, thank you so much for saving my son. I cannot thank you enough. I am really excited to meet you, too.” At that moment, there was likely no one happier on the face of the planet than myself. We arranged for a video meeting the next day. As soon as the meeting started, the tears flowed as the mother of the recipient told me what had happened to her son.

“My son was born with a rare and debilitating physical ailment called SCID. This disease prevents the body from properly developing an immune ment in his medical condition. Since then, he has contracted three separate illnesses that are common for young children, and his body over

“He is alive because of you”

system. This means that even the tiniest and most insignificant bacteria or viruses can kill our child. Children like him are kept inside of a ‘vault’ in the hospital to make sure that they do not contract any illness. Their normal life expectancy is less than a year if a bone marrow donor cannot be found. His two older brothers were only a 50 percent match. But you, from all the people in the bone marrow database, were a 100 percent match.” (There are close to 44 million people in the database.) The patient’s mother continued: “Following the transplant, his body responded well to the treatment, and there was an immediate improvecame the illnesses each time. This means that the transplant succeeded. This means that he is also partly your child. He is alive because of you, and we have no way to say thank you.” At this point, we were both in tears.

We continued the conversation, and I introduced their family to my family. They then introduced me to the cute boy whose life I helped save. He was an American Muslim. He is a very sweet boy who is full of life and joy. I was a bit surprised that here I am in Israel, an ultra-orthodox Jew, and I saved the life of a Muslim boy in the United States by donating part of my bone marrow to him. After my initial surprise, I realized what kind of connection God made here –a connection of life and love between two people who in regular day-today life would likely never meet one another and if they did meet would most likely not like one another.

We all have dreams of what our children will grow to become. Now this family has a chance for their son to realize both his dreams andtheirs.

Those who know me know that I am an EMT with United Hatzalah of Israel, the national EMS organization whose volunteers drop whatever they are doing and rush to save lives at a moment’s notice. I also serve in the IDF Home Front Command elite rescue unit as a reservist and often come across death serving as a Zaka volunteer. With that in mind, I am happy to be involved with anything that can save a life, no matter whose life that is.

I am an Israeli and I live in Israel, yet I saved the life ofthis young Arab boy in the United States. I sincerely hope that my story will serve as a guide for the sanctity oflife to people all over the world.

Summer. Solved.

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