Porat, Dor

Hannah and Gil’s second son. Dor was born on March 26, 1992, in Jerusalem, at the Mount Scopus Hospital. He came to the world as a young brother to his oldest friend, and after that his daughter Noy and the sons Roy and Ido were born. Dor, Dorcala and Dorik, were all babies that every mother would wish for herself, his mother says, smiling, quiet and calm. By the time he was three, he had not spoken. His parents were afraid, but then he began to talk. Soon he spoke and sang regularly, and even then he was able to make others laugh. Dor was injured when he was four years old and underwent many treatments and surgeries on the way to healing. During all the treatments he suffered silently, and with all the pain he remained smiling and laughing. “As a child, we understood that we have a real hero and warrior at home,” his parents say. Dor began his studies in first grade at the State School A in Neve Yaakov, Jerusalem. At the end of that year, the family moved to Ma’aleh Adumim, and Dor continued his studies from the second grade in a third state school in the city. At the end of his basic studies, he moved to the “Dekel Vilnai” junior high school in Ma’aleh Adumim and from there he went on to the local high school “Ort” – a technological college for aviation and aerospace, where he finished 12th grade in the biotechnology track successfully. In the third grade, Dor began to study Taekwondo, a martial art combined with great acrobatics, and after a few years he felt that he had exhausted the field and moved to martial arts, kung fu, and thus continued to enlist in the army. He took the martial arts very seriously, dealt with it continuously and even trained his friends, since he was h And it will be opened and fitness for combat units in the IDF. More than once, his parents say, he would wake up at four in the morning, go out to practice with friends until seven, go home, wash and go to school. In elementary school Dor began to play. At first he learned to play the piano, and over the years he also played guitar, accordion and drums. A guitar and a piano were the two instruments that characterized and represented him. Among the songs he liked to play were “Shlomo Shetzi” (“She Does not Know What I’m Going Through”), or “Tomorrow I’m Back”. Over the years, Dor was a principal player in the school and was responsible for various ceremonies such as Holocaust Remembrance Day, Memorial Day for IDF Fallen Soldiers, municipal ceremonies, etc. He also thrilled all of his performances on the journey to camps in Poland in the 11th grade, One “written by Motti Hammer. Dor made sure to raise the flag of Israel throughout the journey, and when he returned he said that the delegation to Poland had strengthened him emotionally and connected him to his only country, Israel. As a result of the journey, he also established a good and lasting relationship with students from all over the country. Following the journey to Poland, Dor understood that the Land of Israel must be recognized through the feet, even before the world was known, and even then began to plan the journey on the Israel Trail after his military service. In the letter that the parents found in Dor’s file, he wrote about his youth: “I was born into a family that gave all the basic conditions and necessities for existence, and the tools for a stable and successful life … In second grade I was exposed to the first hobby that accompanies me to this day. When I was a young age, I started to practice some martial arts, an art that gave me the most self-confidence, and beyond that, values ​​… I am a very sociable child – for whom friendship is a supreme value and willing to sacrifice Himself for his friends … I had aspirations for the army while strengthening my familyThey believed in me that I would reach the high places. “Dor was involved in many social activities, was present at every event and knew how to help with the organization, and then at the event he was usually the social” nail, “who could imitate and ridicule everyone around him He played guitar and did not suffer a sad person next to him, and at the end of the 12th grade received a certificate of social excellence. His teacher, Yigal Levy, said: “Even in the moments of greatest mischief, you never raised your voice or your brazenness, so you can add the value of honoring one’s mother and father. Nissim Iluz, his manager at ORT, said how he convinced Dor to remain in the biotechnology track, and at the same time instructed him to set up a musical team at the school, a task that Dor succeeded beyond expectations. A friend of Dor’s: “He taught me to be tough when necessary and give a smile that’s a big thing … He taught me that while everyone is sad and hard, they should be happy no matter what the reason. He taught me that being a man is not about hitting, but when you need to go all the way, or everything or nothing … he taught me that family is important. ” Dor grew up to be a wonderful son and brother. He always took care of his little brothers, accompanied them to the gardens and the garden home, and at home he used to prepare them royal meals. Dor loved cleanliness and cooking, and helped his parents with all the housework. Dor grew up from an early age in his education and good manners. He always used to greet everyone, even if they did not know each other. “Dor always looked for where he could give and give,” says his mother, and he helped all his friends in every matter. A schoolmate recounted how when she first met him he found out that her family was not in town and immediately invited her to a Friday dinner at his parents’ home. Another friend of his told what he learned from him: “You as a Jew, as an Israeli, are commanded to love the Israeli opposite you as a brother.” Dor’s parents write: “In the capacity of two words to express his greatness: benevolence and kindness, he would give to other people without limits and never ask for change.” During his life, each adopted his heart and loved everyone, regardless of religion, race or gender. A better man, ‘he always said … because of his personality were many friends who according to his words each was’ my best friend’, a generous smile, giving without borders and without getting rewarded with an inner grace and a guitar in his hand, Their opinion, one who is not afraid of arguments that he has the upper hand and tongue cynical. There is no doubt that Dor was a leader, and the group that followed him marched not out of fear but out of faith in man, in his way and in his leadership. “In the 11th grade, Dor was called to the first order for enlistment. Even then he had begun the war so that he could become a combat soldier, as he had wanted since he had insisted. However, in light of his eye injury at the age of four, he realized that his profile would not allow this, despite all the training he underwent. Then Dor made it clear to his friends that in order to remain friends, he had to be combatant. “If I am not a fighter, all my friends will be like that,” he said. After three years of high school, Dor chose to move to a pre-military preparatory course – Eitan Preparatory in Mishor Adummim – and he prepared for the service, In the week before his enlistment Dor was informed that he would be drafted into the Military Police Corps, and at the Bat Mitzvah party of his sister Noy, the family welcomed him to enlist.And he began to serve as a guide for prisoners in prison.4 From the moment he arrived, he understood the significance of the role and the impact he could have on the prisoners and decided to do it in the best possible way. Said: “During a brief period of absorption in the unit, the accompanying staff recommended that Dor be assigned to the most complex place in the prison, where he could realize his great potential. Indeed, Dor was assigned to the most difficult company in the most complex unit of the unit. In the course of his service, Dor was promoted to the rank of corporal, and the commander said that already in the opening conversation, Dor informed him of his desire to move to combat service and that he would continue to operate In fact, he was scheduled for an appointment at the Rambam Hospital in Haifa on January 27, 2011, but he was not able to attend. Dor fell during his service on the 18th of Shvat 5771 (23.1.2011). Two days earlier, on Friday, January 21, 2011, he joined the car of a friend who had asked him for help in moving. During the ride, the vehicle collided with a truck next to the olive groves in the Beit She’an Valley. The man who was killed on the spot, Dor was critically wounded and flown to Rambam Hospital in Haifa for two days fighting for his life, until he was determined to die of brain death. Dor was nineteen years old when he fell, and was brought to eternal rest in the military cemetery on Mount Herzl, Jerusalem, leaving his parents, a sister and three brothers, a letter to his commander, Major Barak: “What do you say to Frida from a young boy who was cut off in his prime? Two weeks ago, you told me with a smile on your face that you believe that a different approach can be of great help to the inmates. On the first day of your life, you came to the insights of experienced commanders … My beloved generation, on my behalf and on behalf of all your comrades in the company, I salute you. “On Saturday night, March 30, 2012, near the twentieth birthday of Dor, In the evening they spoke of Dor, singers singing songs he loved and his brothers accompanied by the piano, and everyone who came to the stage placed a flower in the huge bouquet, which at the end of the evening was given to the family as a souvenir. Another film in memory of a generation in which the song “She Does not Know What I’m Going Through” is performed on the guitar A web page of Facebook was opened in memory of Dor, and later a memorial site was created, in which Dor’s biography and pictures, his own sounds and things in his memory (at dor.hostei.com) were posted. We thank you and tell your glory, “the family wrote.” Dor’s organs were donated to saving lives, and this was only the beginning of the good deeds that would be done in his merit and in the memory of a generation. There has always been a child who loves to give of himself and help. He always stretched the limit of his abilities to help another friend. We, who have lost our generation prematurely, feel a strong need to continue to walk in the path he began to pave and the way he wanted to lead. Dor, we are taken from us as a protected flower without permission. We assure you that we will be vigilant and help as much as we can to prevent the flowering of additional flowers on the roads. We have left a dirt path and we are now building stones and paving it as you ordered us. And everything that was done was done with a smile, just like you would have done. “Ella, Dor’s friend, wrote:” You changed my life, you taught me what it was like to be?You are concerned about her and not just one who cares about others. I will not forget all the things I learned from you … You managed to get to places that no one else is and I thank you so much for insisting on me … I am happy generation … happy that I knew you. Noy, Dor’s sister, wrote: “One more brother went down to the grave, I remember you singing this song, I remember how after Friday dinner you would take a guitar and start playing Shlomo Artzi in Russian (though you would not understand a word) The memories will remain in your heart, but they will not happen again, because without you it is not the same, rest, take care of us, we will never forget you. ” In the pre-military academy “Eitan” a fitness room was built and named after Dor and his friend who was killed in the same accident Yohanan Conterer, both graduates of the preparatory program. A Torah scroll was written in memory of both of them.