I’ve never been a runner.
I’ve never been the athletic one in the group.
But this January, I’ll be running the Miami Half Marathon - 13.1 miles - for kids who are fighting battles far more difficult than anything I’ll face on that track.

I’m running for the kid hooked up to chemo, who dreams of running across a playground instead of being wheeled across the hospital floor.
I’m running for the kid with a rare disease who scrolls through pictures of their friends at camp, wishing they could be there too.
I’m running for the families who sit beside hospital beds, holding back tears, davening for a miracle.

I can’t cure cancer.
I can’t take away their pain.
But I can run.
I can work for the next few months to push my body past its limits, step after step, mile after mile, because these kids face pain and fear every single day - and they don’t get to quit.

I’ll cross that finish line imyH out of breath, sore, and exhausted. But these kids? They’re the real champions. And together, we can give them the gift of hope.

Please consider donating to my page. Run with me. Help me reach the finish line… for them.

Peretz