A Jewish Journey of Identity and Courage

During the final session of the Bar Mitzvah workshop at the JCC, Shelly asked us to share what we felt we had gained from the experience. Danielle was eager to go first. “I’m grateful for the friendships I’ve made here. I’ve only been in the U.S. for two years, and I still feel more Israeli than American. Thank you all for giving me a glimpse into your experiences.” “Anything else?” Shelly prompted. “Yes! Go to Israel! It’s an amazing place, and you’ll have the time of your life. If you need recommendations, just ask me,” Danielle said proudly. “Me too,” Shelly chimed in. “Tamir, how about you?” “My parents are from Israel, but since I grew up here, I feel more American. That’s created some distance between us. The workshop helped me understand where they’re coming from, and it made me want to live in Israel for a bit when I’m older.” “Great!” Shelly said with a smile. “There are a few friends who would love to give you tips.” “How about you, Emma?” Shelly asked when it was my turn to share. “I think I’ve come to understand the importance of Israel to us as American Jews, even though we don’t live there,” I said. “I’ve learned a lot about that, but I’ve also learned about myself. I shouldn’t be ashamed of who I am or of my family.” “That’s really touching,” Shelly said, coming over to give me a hug. “For me, that’s a significant part of this workshop.” She turned to David. “And last but not least—David!” “I’ve realized there are some things I can’t control. I can’t control what others say or do, but I can decide how I respond,” David summarized, earning applause from all of us. “You’re absolutely right,” Shelly agreed, waiting for our excitement

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