Personal Narrative: My Bar Mitzvah

My Bar Mitzvah is shaping me to be the man I will be for the rest of my life. It thought me my culture and the true meaning of Judaism. It taught me the meaning of judaism. It started almost a year before the bar mitzvah itself. I went to go to Hebrew school every other day after school to learn my Haftorah. While on the way there, I groaned, “Why, why do I have to go to Hebrew school so much?” “Because it’s your duty as a Jewish man!” My dad barked back.
I remember saying to myself that this is unnecessary, but I didn’t realize how important this day is to my family and my religion, So I didn’t take it seriously. My teacher was Rabbi Rami, the best there is and he would teach me what I needed to know every other day after I had the energy drained out of my at school. I remember him always asking me if I practiced, because he could notice that I wasn’t trying as hard as I could and wasn’t taking it seriously. I didn’t practice at home like he wanted me to, then 5 months passed, just like that. “You’re Bar Mitzvah is only 1 month away, you know that right?” my rabbi empathized to me. “And as it is now, you only know a portion of what you need to.” …show more content…
I created much unneeded stress on myself and my family because it looked like I wasn’t going to know what I needed to. All because I didn’t put the work as hard as I could have. Because if I would have put in the work earlier, then I would be able to walk up to the bema with the confidence that I knew everything I needed to. But I didn’t. I only knew half of what I needed to. I felt like I failed, like I didn’t fulfill my duty and that I let my family and GOD down that day. But there was nothing I could do about

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