From the founder
A Letter from Cheryl
When I ask you for money, I want you to know what the last gift did.
In December our volunteers walked into the supply closet at Shuva Junction, the stop near the Gaza border where soldiers on their way in and out get a hot meal and dry socks, and we filled the shelves. In July a soldier recovering from a wound he took in Gaza held one of our ducks and said, “It reminds me HaShem hasn’t forgotten me.” A bat mitzvah girl in Atlanta decided Israeli kids should have something to open at Chanukah, and we carried the toys over ourselves.
That’s what your gift does. It also pays for the security at the door of every evening we hold, because Jewish gatherings are targets now and we don’t cancel. It pays for the speakers, the briefings, and the materials we put in people’s hands so they walk out able to say what they know.
Nobody at AIC draws a salary, me included. When we fly to Israel we buy our own tickets, so the money raised for relief goes to relief. Give what you can. Then come to an evening and see what it bought.



