Read the last sentence where the kid says it’s not so bad, at least he’ll be famous.
Well, fame was one the blessings that God promised to bestow upon Abraham.
Genesis 12:2: "I will make you into a great nation and I will bless you; I will make your name great, and you will be a blessing."
Alejandro Sisro, 13, will almost certainly never forget what happened Thursday. He came to the synagogue in the morning wearing a new suit, his hair combed, his Torah portion memorized, ready for his bar mitzvah, the Jewish rite of passage. On the way in, he hit a snag — a line of police tape stretching between him and manhood.
For the Sisro family, it meant calling dozens of friends and relatives, some of whom had traveled from as far away as Argentina and Mexico, to alert them that the ceremony would be postponed. Eventually, it was rescheduled for the evening.
The wait was agonizing for Alejandro. "He kept saying, ‘When can we go back? When can we go back?’ " said his mother, Naomi.
In the end, the bar mitzvah ran smoothly — the rhythmic prayers, the handshakes, a pinch on the cheek from the rabbi. The family did have to accommodate a few unexpected guests: reporters and photographers who had been sent to cover the shooting.
"It’s not so bad," Alejandro said. "I’ll get famous because everyone knows I had my bar mitzvah."