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Last year, all the students in grade 10 at a school in Kfar Saba had to give sixty hours to their community. Some of them didn't like the idea at first. Here are two of their stories.

Maya, 16, worked at a food bank in her town. A food bank collects food from supermarkets and families and gives it to people who need help. Every Tuesday after school, Maya sorted rice, oil and tins of vegetables and packed them into boxes. Before the holidays, she and the other volunteers packed more than five hundred boxes in one week. "It was hard work, but I felt useful," she said. "I also met great people there."

Eitan, 15, chose something different. He helped an elderly neighbour, Mrs. Cohen. She was eighty-four and lived alone on the third floor. Her building didn't have a lift, so it was difficult for her to carry heavy bags. Twice a week, Eitan went shopping for her and carried the bags up the stairs. After that, they usually drank tea together, and she told him stories about her life in Morocco. "At the beginning I only wanted to finish my hours," Eitan explained. "But she became my friend. Now I visit her every week, and I don't count the hours."

At the end of the year, the school had a small party for the students and the people they helped. Mrs. Cohen came too. She brought a big cake that she baked herself.

Last year, all the students in grade 10 at a school in Kfar Saba had to give sixty hours to their community. Some of them didn't like the idea at first. Here are two of their stories.

Maya, 16, worked at a food bank in her town. A food bank collects food from supermarkets and families and gives it to people who need help. Every Tuesday after school, Maya sorted rice, oil and tins of vegetables and packed them into boxes. Before the holidays, she and the other volunteers packed more than five hundred boxes in one week. "It was hard work, but I felt useful," she said. "I also met great people there."

Eitan, 15, chose something different. He helped an elderly neighbour, Mrs. Cohen. She was eighty-four and lived alone on the third floor. Her building didn't have a lift, so it was difficult for her to carry heavy bags. Twice a week, Eitan went shopping for her and carried the bags up the stairs. After that, they usually drank tea together, and she told him stories about her life in Morocco. "At the beginning I only wanted to finish my hours," Eitan explained. "But she became my friend. Now I visit her every week, and I don't count the hours."

At the end of the year, the school had a small party for the students and the people they helped. Mrs. Cohen came too. She brought a big cake that she baked herself.

Last year, all the students in grade 10 at a school in Kfar Saba had to give sixty hours to their community. Some of them didn't like the idea at first. Here are two of their stories.

Maya, 16, worked at a food bank in her town. A food bank collects food from supermarkets and families and gives it to people who need help. Every Tuesday after school, Maya sorted rice, oil and tins of vegetables and packed them into boxes. Before the holidays, she and the other volunteers packed more than five hundred boxes in one week. "It was hard work, but I felt useful," she said. "I also met great people there."

Eitan, 15, chose something different. He helped an elderly neighbour, Mrs. Cohen. She was eighty-four and lived alone on the third floor. Her building didn't have a lift, so it was difficult for her to carry heavy bags. Twice a week, Eitan went shopping for her and carried the bags up the stairs. After that, they usually drank tea together, and she told him stories about her life in Morocco. "At the beginning I only wanted to finish my hours," Eitan explained. "But she became my friend. Now I visit her every week, and I don't count the hours."

At the end of the year, the school had a small party for the students and the people they helped. Mrs. Cohen came too. She brought a big cake that she baked herself.