It was a split decision. Or was it? Was it an impulse that caught my attention? No, it was an avalanche.

“Even now, with time stretching out before me, the sight of those brown butterflies sends shivers down my spine, an ever-present reminder of the fragility of existence. Every flutter of their delicate wings is a silent warning, urging me to remain vigilant, to brace myself for the trails ahead.”

“My parents, mentors, teachers, and friends would only teach Jewish law and history so it was all I ever knew. In spite of the environment that I was being raised in, I made an unexpected decision to volunteer my Sundays to help out at the local Church a few months after I turned twelve years old.”