Ben Tikva and Hazi. He was born to a sunny day in the beginning of summer, on the 5th of Iyar 5761 (1.5.1971), and together with the end of the flowering and the summer’s summer bloom into the beginning of life, Guy was the opposite of summer thorns. So Guy liked to sleep deep into the morning, and Grandpa Ovadia would accompany him to the kindergarten, even after the beginning of the school year, when his grandfather and grandson were strolling to the garden in late August 1975. In August 1975, the family packed suitcases and flew to Brussels, Belgium. The first class went to Guy, in Brussels, and studied in a mixture of languages - Hebrew and French – and a little English – “Shalom first grade” on a typical Belgian day. In the summer of 1979, the family returned home, Guy entered the third grade at Kaplan School, and after the family moved to Kfar Avraham – at the Shimoni School in Petah Tikva. In the sixth grade, Guy merged with all his friends, accompanied by a lot of good words from the teachers at the Brenner junior high school, and from there to the Brenner high school, Know the world and the ways of life of others. Guy liked to learn, to learn, to experience and to know new areas. His social involvement was extensive: he served as a scout instructor for a group of mischievous boys. He served as chairman of the High School Council, which was elected in direct, equal and secret elections, following vigorous but gentle election campaigning and was also active in the municipal student council. At the same time, Guy began preparations for the army, which included long runs in orchards, basketball and tennis, and a great desire to integrate, to advance, to contribute. To overcome a treacherous back, which grew in a small body that became big and strong – and fast. Probably too fast. Guy was bandaged in an orthodontic device for about three years. Despite the metal poles and plastic skeletons, he did not utter a harsh word, a grievance, a note of pain. Guy traveled with everyone, guided, coordinated, played, spent, and slept with a relative: neither friend nor hated – the instrument of the back. During the summer vacation of the 11th grade, he was sent on behalf of the Linens Youth Corps, and the induction into the IDF at the beginning of August 1989 was, as expected, only for a field unit, first priority for Givati. In a new unit there is room to develop, to contribute. During basic training, Guy was chosen to participate in a combat paramedics course. He was not proud of him. The distance from the members of the unit was ransom when he returned as a medic of the department. And it was also a first, deeper acquaintance, with a pinch of medicine, Guy aspired to be a doctor. The pride, the will, and the sense of mission also helped him carry the backpack and the medic’s equipment. My back hurt a bit. At the end of the medics’ course, Guy had already worn a purple beret. In March 1990, after a severe pain attack, fainting and hospitalization at Tel Hashomer Hospital, Guy was forced to leave Givati with a heavy heart and was assigned as a paramedic at the Bahad 3 Medical Center. When he arrived at the clinic, he encountered another army , People in camp who did not taste the field, the taste of friendship and cohesion. Feelings of insult, frustration and humiliation accompanied him when his back pain was met with disbelief. And then-the little pleasures of life, film, society, psychometric test coming, friends, sea, and entertainment, no longer illuminated him. Guy fell during his service on the day of the first day of Av, 5708 (1.8.1990) – in a moment of pressure, in a moment of thoughtlessness, in contrast to his quiet, considerate way of thinking, his forces did not stand for him anymore and then put an end to his life Guy was brought to rest – Guy left behind his parents and a sister, Ravit.
