Camp, Community, and a Story I Had to Tell

This summer I spent a week at Camp Solomon Schechter volunteering as a medic with my wife. The week stuck with me more than I expected. The people, the atmosphere, the rhythm of camp life — it all felt like returning to a world I knew as a kid, but had forgotten about.

When I got home, I couldn’t stop writing. Three days after I got back from camp, what started as a few journal notes turned into a short book called The Water Lily — a story about camp, service, community, and how small moments can hold big meaning.

I figured some of my camp friends might enjoy reading it, so I wanted to share it here.

This blog post is just a quick note to say thanks — to the campers, staff, and everyone who made the week what it was. The book is my way of holding on to that experience, and the stickers are just a fun little extra.

If you were part of camp this summer, I hope you find something in it that resonates.

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