The Promise, The President and the Successful Failure
I knew he was growing up. Between his bar mitzvah year, high school applications, and a new deeper, unrecognizable voice, it’s impossible to ignore. But the “aha” moment—the one that made me realize just how mature he was becoming—happened the night he came to me and said, “Dad, I want to run for class president.” Aside from admiring his confidence, I realized in that instant, that my once young son had morphed into a bright and very capable young man.












