Esti and Meron’s eldest daughter. She was born on November 13, 1979 in Nahariya. Ya’arit’s great cleverness was evident in her infancy. At the age of eleven months she began to speak and since then has not stopped surprising. She began her studies at the Weizmann elementary school in Nahariya and was a good and exceptional student in her skills. During her elementary school years, Yaarit was active in the field of gymnastics and roller skating. Ya’arit’s sensitivity to the distress of others stood out in her childhood. For example, when she was in second grade, the sight of a man walking near the town hall touched her heart, she served him her breakfast, promised to return the next day, and stood by. Yaarit began her high school studies at the Nahariya Comprehensive High School. Had a high political and social awareness and was interested in and involved in discussions in these areas. Her leadership skills led her to become a representative of the school in a student delegation that left for Germany in the autumn of 1995. Yaithit was gifted with rare writing skills and was a reporter for the school newspaper, The Wave. As a real ‘woman of the book’ she devoted hours to reading and especially to the love of new Israeli fiction. No wonder her favorite subject was literature, and in classes she had excellent surgical ability. Ya’arit even wrote poems, which she read on nightly radio stations in the area. As an educated and broad-minded girl, she was interested in many different fields, including cinema, theater and the press. She liked to listen to music, especially to rock band U.2. And singing a Hebrew song. In the year that the Arad Festival disaster took place, Yaarit stayed in the danger zone and Ness miraculously managed to escape. Throughout her life, Yaarit was surrounded by friends and friends. Her razor-sharp tongue, wit, and sense of humor were great. It was hard to ignore her presence: an older woman, smiling and pleasant, loving and loving. Her beauty and rich expression were well absorbed in the lenses of the camera. She has often rejected offers from professional photographers who offered her to take part in commercials. Ya’arit was never afraid to say what was in her heart. From an early age she had discovered an independent thought, adhered to its principles and refused to obey convention. When she and the school administration found irreconcilable disagreements, she left the institution and went to study at the Naor School. She also excelled in her studies there, and helped greatly in transferring the material to the senior matriculation examiners as well as to the teachers themselves. She maintained contact with her friends from the former high school and helped them mediate with the management. At the same time, she helped Nir, a member of the company, manage a restaurant on the beach of Nahariya, now named after her. Many of the residents of the beach found her a sympathetic ear and often donated her own money to the needy. Ya’arit was magnanimous when she adopted an elderly man, and invited him to her parents’ home every evening until he became a relative. Ya’arit was the daughter of a large family on her mother’s side. She was especially attached to her grandparents. When she was nine years old, she earned an impressive achievement when the Ministry of Tourism criticized the rating of the hotel that her parents had run, and with security and maturity she stood in front of the visitors and gave explanations about the area. Yaarit supported the decision and assumed a significant role in its operation, gave lectures on current events, helped prepare meals, and accompanied the residents on their trips in the middle of December. 1997 Yaarit enlisted in the IDF, the Medical Corps. She had a medical clerk course and was one of the most prominent trainees. At its end it was placedIn the liaison unit at the Western Galilee Medical Center, at the hospital in Nahariya. She soon liked both the staff and the many patients. Yaelit contributed greatly to the preparation of the unit of the General Staff Inspection Service, which passed, with a high grade, thanks in no small measure to her role, but after only a short period of time she received a summons for an officer’s course, but only two days before the start of the course, Yaarit lost her life in a horrific road accident. 13.5.1998 During her service, she was nineteen and brought to rest in the military cemetery in Nahariya, leaving her parents, sister – Adva and two brothers – Dror and Eliran. At the time, Lt. Gen. Amnon Lipkin-Shahak: “Ya’arit was described by her commanders as a smart soldier with a high personal ability, who did her job well With great sensitivity and seriousness. “Ya’arit helped those around her at all times, stood out in the joy of life and lectured and was loved and accepted by her commanders and friends alike.” The commander of the unit in which she served as a correspondent for the family: “Ya’arit was revealed to us as a dominant figure, who performed a role that suited her character, her desire to help the sufferers and the sick and her ability to do so delicately and delicately, according to the needs of the patients and without any bias. Can express the feelings, the loss and the missing that is left in all of us. ” The direct commander of Ya’arit parted from her: “A hundred and fifty-five centimeters, but a good one and a thousand-kilometer-wide width … The dozens of patients who are apprehended and hospitalized testify to a soldier who cared for them honestly and did not simply do her duty. Echoing in the office like everything she did … How do you separate from a girl who in a month’s time was supposed to be nineteen and instead of giving flowers by hand, put them on a grave? ” Newspaper articles described the circumstances of Ya’arit’s fall and highlighted her image. A local newspaper published poems that were written in her memory, including the following passage: “They blossomed around me like a grove of thorns, / they are beautiful to the point of pain and stinging, “In a terrible disaster that took place, / And the flower with the face of the angel / In terrible suffering was corrupted and inflated …” Another friend wrote: “At the beginning you came to an end. / With the sweet smile, the width of the heart, just beautiful. ” Yaarit’s family commemorated her memory in the waiting corner of the 2nd floor of the hospital in Nahariya by donating a television set, a cold water dispenser and a seating system, and the family also initiated a prayer book in her memory. Of Ya’arit, the words were engraved: “From your sweeping personality we have laughter, weeping and what is between them – love.”
