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  • Writer's pictureRav Hayim Leiter

Brothers in Arms

It wasn’t until I entered the family's home that I began remembering the previous Bris I’d done for them. When the father called to ask me to be the mohel for his second son, I pretended I knew exactly who I was speaking to. He was so friendly and sure I’d remember, I didn’t want to disappoint him. 

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