“I was 21 and newly engaged.
The loss of my father was still fresh;
he had passed away suddenly, and we were still trying to find our footing without him. 

Since his passing, things around the house had gotten badly neglected.
Creaking doors, clogged toilets, peeling paint.
I was embarrassed to bring my chosson home to our apartment. What would he think of us?

Then we reached out to Shomati, and within days, they sent a repairman who quietly fixed the essentials. 

To some people, it may not sound like much, but to me it meant everything.
I was able to bring my chosson home with pride.
Thank you, Shomati.”

“Since my father passed away three years ago, I began to notice all the little things he used to take care of without us even noticing. 

When our air conditioner broke, I spent $500 trying to fix it, only for it to break again soon after.
Then our mailbox was knocked down. The sink started leaking.
The smoke detector wouldn’t stop beeping. One thing after another, and no one to call. 

Then we discovered Shomati. You stepped in with such kindness and understanding. I kept telling Hashem, ‘Look at Klal Yisroel.’
The care you showed us touched me more deeply than I can say. I wish I could give back. But for now, thank you. 

Thank you for easing our burden. Thank you for restoring our dignity.”