He tucked his kids into bed, read one more story, and walked out the door into the dark.

Now he’s on a windswept ridge at Givat HaEitam, south of Jerusalem, in the hills where young David once tended his father’s sheep. Below him, Jewish families sleep in homes that stand as living proof of Jeremiah’s promise: “Your children will return to their own land” (Jeremiah 31:17).

The hours are long, and the wind doesn’t let up. Somewhere around 2 a.m., he pulls out his phone to look at a photo of the kids he just tucked in.

When he steps inside the Pina Chama for a break, the coffee is hot, real food is waiting, and someone is glad to see him. Twenty minutes later, he’s warm enough to go back out and finish the night.

That little bit of warmth can change his entire night. And it happens because of people like you.