I was in Switzerland when I received an SMS telling me that my son was hospitalized after a ski accident. He had broken his femur (the longest and largest bone in the human body), had some pulmonary problems due to fat emboli which penetrated his blood system, was operated on and was in stable condition, the note said.

Having lived through some rough experiences myself with all sorts of injuries and aftershocks, I don't get easily panicked from these kinds of stories. At the same time, the notion of parenthood and its own derivatives, never ceases to amaze me. Here I was, staying with friends in Lago Maggiore, a beautiful lake on the border of Switzerland and Italy, taking photos with a "photo group" and cooking together in a relaxed atmosphere in a breathtaking place. All I could do was think about my son, his condition and how I could help.

They tell us that as much as ones child grows older and matures, in the eyes of a parent, he or she will always remain a child. The concerns, worries and anxieties about the well-being of a child all stay the same forever. I believe there is a deep, indefinable feeling which spreads in our system when we are worried about a child. My son is a strong, independent, self-reliant young man who has commanded some pretty tough situations in his life. The last thing he needs is a worried father behind his back. I know it and I feel it, however, the notion is not easily manageable. Growing up with a tradition where your children are your life, when a child gets hurt, it is literally as though it has happened to you. Now when I am in bed at night thinking about my son downstairs with pins in his leg and his difficulty sleeping, my stomach turns over and my mind becomes occupied with millions of thoughts about how I may be able to ease his pain.

In moments like these I think about mothers whose children are in danger and are able to exert superwoman strengths, not logical in terms of their physiological and physical ability. I think about my own parents who suffered through and survived the horrors of the Holocaust and who committed their lives to making sure that no similar pain or suffering would happen to their own children. Every time we are ill, the chicken soup is never late in its arrival. I believe in unconditional friendship associated with loyalty and care, and for my children, undoubtedly, I will give my life. Bringing children into the world means that aside from the basic child baring responsibilities of every day routine, we will always live with the concerns, worries and prayers about their well being regardless of how old they are. It is simply the manner in which we were created to live.

Yoram Yahav
CEO