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!

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It's All About Being There

When my friend called me to do his new son's bris in NY last shabbos, I jumped at the opportunity. It's always an honor, but even moreso when I have a relationship with the baby's parents.

Flights were booked, and once fears of Hurricane Irene grounding me were put to rest, I was on my way on Friday. No delays - a perfect trip.

The bris took place on Shabbos morning, on time, as it should be. Over shabbos, the grandfather of a newborn, whose bris was supposed to take place the following morning, approached me. He told me they had hired a mohel to come the following morning, but as Hurricane Irene was scheduled to come that night, and no one knew what damage it might bring, they would like me to be on call in the event that the other mohel could not make it.

That evening I received confirmation that the other mohel was not going to be available, so I served as the pinch-hitting mohel.

The following morning, though the storm was over, the damage in the local neighborhood was thankfully minimal (some lost power, some had flooded basements). The bris took place in a house where power had not been lost, and though the lights flickered once or twice, they stayed on full blast during the bris itself.

It was an honor to serve as mohel for both families.

Traveling always carries with it a story - and this one is for the books.

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