The first time that I came to Chabad is perhaps the most critical juncture in my Jewish life at Binghamton. I recall walking to Chabad that first Friday evening, not exactly knowing where I was heading. All I knew was that Chabad was behind Newing. As I proceeded past Newing, I noticed gentlemen with kipot and ladies in long skirts and I knew I was on the right path. A warm handshake and optimistic smile welcomed me to Chabad for the first time; and I knew that I was welcome there.
Despite growing up in a predominantly Jewish town in Long Island, it was not until arriving at Chabad that I was able to truly embrace my Jewish identity. Learning about my religion, my heritage and my past opened up new doors to the future. Exploring the true meaning of being Jewish is what brought me to Chabad week after week (and the gefilte fish, too!).
The friendship and care that is shared within the community of Chabad is what adds so much value to the Binghamton campus. This is the true driving force that makes Chabad everyone’s home away from home.