There are moments in life when a simple message can penetrate the soul and move it to its absolute core.

A few days ago I received an email regarding a photograph I took during the Jerusalem Day celebrations 16 years ago. I remembered the photo, the scene, and the atmosphere perfectly. I remembered the light, the time of day, and the sun beginning to set. I remembered the young boy walking on the palms of his hands with admirable stability.

I love photography with a great passion because of its magic to capture a moment and freeze it in memory, in our eyes, and so often, in our hearts. Another part of that magic is the ability to connect with people, to share those unique moments, and to give the gift of a memory to people I don’t even know—and by publishing it, to share that moment with the wider public.

Upon reading the email, I learned that the little boy I photographed walking on his hands, when the time came to enlist for his military service, chose to join........

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