Eilon Ben YosefRead between the lines.

It all began in a classroom. As a child, I would amuse myself by guessing what my teachers were like from their handwriting on the board. Through their letters, I caught glimpses of their personalities. A child’s game. Nothing more.

Until one day. One of the girls walked up to the board and began to write. I looked at her letters and froze. I believed I could see a serious illness there.

As a child, I didn't know how to stay silent. I said what I saw, and set off a storm. Sadly, I was right. The girl was ill, and passed away before her time. And something in me understood, before I could even put it into words: this is not a game.

The more I learned, the more I felt this was a calling, rather than a series of coincidences: to help people through a crisis, clear obstacles from their path, and find their place and purpose.

Decades have passed, and I am still on that same mission.

And the handwriting? It still tells me everything.