As I exited the plane, I had come to the realization that I was about to accomplish a task that I had prepared for a year now. I was going to accomplish something that millions of people had done before me. My mom patted me on the shoulder to comfort me and said, “Don’t worry, you’ll do fine.” However, I was difficult to be comforted. I was doing my Bar Mitzvah, after all. We were exhausted after the nineteen-hour flight, so we immediately rushed into the hotel and collapsed on the bed. The only thought running through my head was, “At least we are flying first class with beds on the way back…” Economy was horrendous. “Now that we are in Jerusalem,” I thought, “we can visit all the places I learned about! The Wailing Wall, the Temple Mound,
