The Story of My Hebrew Name
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By Olivia Rubinsky, Palm Springs, California
Recently, I had an amazing opportunity to attend the CTeen Leadership Retreat. At first I was skeptical of going but I decided to make the best out of it.
One thing that stands out to me happened on Shabbat. While we were going around saying our Hebrew names it occurred to me that I didn’t have one. It was bothering me the entire day. I knew that I had to do something about it. Later that day we had a discussion with Rabbi Kotlarsky. After he finished talking to us, I went up to ask him how I could resolve my situation. He told me to pick a name that meant something to me and to come back at 7pm. All of a sudden I got really excited but nervous at the same time. I had to choose a name that meant something to me. I knew I wanted something different. One of the Rebbetzins mentioned the name Leebah. I knew in that second that was my name. As I got ready to get named, one of the other girls, Hannah Kaplun, mentioned that she never had a proper naming. In the end we both got named.
The next day I was eager to tell my mom the news that I got named. When I told her she said “Olivia that was your great grandmother’s name.” At that point I knew that I was connected to this name I had chosen. It was an amazing experience that I hope everyone can have.