As a child, Rosh Hashana felt like an endless marathon of prayers. I’d sit on an uncomfortable folding chair in the overflow section of the social hall, which they’d open up to accommodate the extra crowd for the Yamim Noraim. Fidgeting in my seat, I’d flip through the machzor, counting the pages left, then cutting…
Years ago, I was faced with a daunting realization: every Jewish man has the obligation to learn the entire Torah. For someone like me, who wasn’t the strongest learner growing up, this felt like trying to scale a mountain without training. But what if I told you that sometimes the biggest accomplishments come not from…