Have Knife - Will Travel

Welcome to travelingmohel.com! If you are expecting a boy, or if your son has just been born, and you live in an area without a local mohel (or the local mohel is unavailable, or you are exploring other options), travelingmohel.com is the address for you.

I come highly recommended by happy parents, rabbis and physicians, and have developed the traveling for a bris down to a science so that you have the best experience possible from a traveling mohel, your baby is given the attention he needs and deserves, and we remain in constant contact until your baby is completely healed from his bris (circumcision).

I currently live in South Florida, making me an ideal candidate to fly anywhere in the Caribbean or the United States. I am open to flying just about anywhere in the world!

For more information about me and my thoughts on bris milah/ brit milah/ berit milah, please see my regular blog at http://www.mohelinsouthflorida.com/

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Tuesday

1 Bris - No, Make that Two

I came into New York Sunday night for a bris I was going to do Monday morning.

When I arrived and turned my phone back on, I had a message that said, "Hi. We had a baby and want to talk to you about a bris in NY."

I called, only to find out the baby was over a month old - he had been born premature - and had just come home from the hospital. Owing to a not-so-clear Rabbinic rule about the postponement of a bris, the father was under the assumption that the bris would take place the following week.

However, after asking a few questions and finding out the full story, it became clear that the delay period was not necessary and that the bris could take place right away.

So instead of having one bris on Monday, I ended up serving as mohel twice!

I love when things align that way...

Wednesday

Chapel Hill, NC Bris - EREV PESACH

Almost a timing nightmare, I received a call to do a bris in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, one week before Pesach (Passover). Going away for a holiday (I observe both days - don't travel or use the telephone) would be exceedingly difficult, for two reasons - spending a holiday in an unfamiliar environment is less than ideal, and being away from my family is not something I prefer to consider doing.

Luckily the baby was born Monday - making his bris on Monday - Erev Pesach.

I booked a flight to come Sunday evening, I was put up in a hotel, and the bris was early in the morning - 8:30am. Last dose of chometz (o yes, there were bagels) for all the participants in advance of the holiday.

The ceremony was very nice. Between the grandparents and great-grandma, and uncles and aunts, family was well represented. It was a uniquely educational experience for those in attendance on account of all the connections between Pesach and Bris Milah, which I don't usually get the opportunity to speak about because it's not usually as relevant.

Three connections:
1. We set a cup for Elijah at the Seder, and a chair for Elijah at the bris
2. The Passover miracle is partly attributed to blood - the blood placed on the doorposts
    The Covenant of Circumcision was forged over blood - in Hebrew דם מילה
We actually allude to both when we name the baby, as we quote the verse ואמר לך בדמיל חיי - And I said to you through your bloods you will live (the plural refers to the Blood of Pesach and the Blood of Circumcision) (Ezekiel 16:6)
3. In the days when there was a Paschal Lamb Sacrifice, a male who was uncircumcised could not partake in the eating of the lamb.

My return flight was 1pm, so I removed the baby's bandage at 11am, did not need to reapply a dressing  (and everything looked great!) and I made my way to the airport for the return flight home - which left relatively ontime and arrived a little early! Home in time for the holiday, with a couple of hours to spare.

A special family, a special bris, and a special introduction to the holiday of Pesach.

Mazal tov!

Post bris nap in his Bubby's arms

Stuart, FL BRIS

Perhaps not as exotic as flying, but I drove to Stuart, FL this week for a bris. About 90 miles each way, the trip was quite pleasant. Thank God for books on tape (CD).

Lovely family, both parents and at least one grandfather in the medical field. Baby's father is a urologist.

The email I received afterwards read, "Thank you Rabbi. I think you did a great job."

His "I think" is a medical opinion (as opposed to "I think but I'm not sure"), which is most appreciated coming from a urologist.

It was a privilege to be there. Thanks for having me!




Sunday

Bris in Jacksonville

Traveling mohel was in Jacksonville, FL for another bris last week.
This time in a private home.

I had a nice time chatting with the kosher caterer, the rabbi, the chazzan, and members of the family.

Baby is doing well. He has two older brothers looking after him, and I'm sure they'll show him the ropes soon enough.

Mazal tov!

Wednesday

Travels Are Up

I am a better traveler than a log-keeper on this website.

During the last couple of months I have flown to distant places in my home state of Florida (when it's more than a four hour drive each way, it's more sensible to fly), and back to NY.

Nothing exotic of late, but I receive emails from people in the Caribbean and other places in the US who are "just looking." Some follow through and some find someone else. Which is OK - it's a free country Republic.

Looking forward to joining your family...

AB

Friday

Another Successful NY Bris

Yesterday was highlighted by a trip to NY for a bris for a family I know a very long time.
Their third boy equals my third bris for the family.

Every bris is an honor to perform. Knowing all the people, both parents, and all the grandparents (as well as baby's aunts and uncles) for between 25-30 years respectively makes it even more special.

Mazal tov!

Thursday

Getting Around Florida

Being based in south Florida, most of the brisses I do are in the general area near where I live.

As a traveling mohel, flights take me (mostly) around the country and to Caribbean islands. But this past weekend I had two engagements in Central Florida.

I flew to Gainesville for this baby's bris.


 Here is a fantastic cloud I saw from the plane.


Touchdown in Gainesville was fun. (Not a very exciting video, but it's only 1 minute)

video

The airport is tiny, and there is no major taxiing time to the terminal because there aren't other planes coming in. There are four gates, and the area between gate and airport exit is nothing like at any large airport. Maybe 100 steps.

Going back was even better because there was one person on the security line: me.

On Sunday I drove to Orlando - but forgot to take photos. Ho hum. My kids gave me a "Harry potter" book on CD, so that kept me company in the 3.5 hour drive (each way!). That and the phone, of course.