How a Missed Photographer Opened My Destiny

I was mopping floors in a synagogue when the photographer didn’t show up. In that moment, I stepped out of the shadows, grabbed my old camera, and said yes. This is the story of how I went from janitor to photographer, in the middle of a Brit Milah, with nothing but faith, grit, and a Canon Rebel in my trunk.

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Chapter 2 – From Mop to photographer: How God Trained Me in Silence