Raul Espinoza | Transformational Facilitator

I went to a friend’s Bar Mitzvah when I was 12. It had been 2 years since we came to NY without my dad. I stood in front of the mirror for an hour crying in rage trying to tie my tie. I didn’t know how and no one ever taught me. My mom cried because of my frustration and her own for not knowing either.

There was chaos frequently in my household growing up but with living more on high alert, I couldn’t tell what was missing. I remember that day in front of the mirror vividly as it built part of my thick skin. And as I spent years melting away the walls, I find this moment. A sweet moment with little man helping him with his tie.

Might not seem like much but it’s a win for my little boy to serve this little boy in this moment. A moment I didn’t have. And it’s my gift to give it away.