I felt Jewish until I was 24 and was having dinner with my Assistant Managers Family.
They were Baptist and started asking questions about why I did not follow or believe in Christ. It was at this point when defending myself and all of us that I became a Jew. I understood the change in feeling, but did not understand the slight way it changed me. On the way home I felt a presence I had not felt before and assumed it was Hashem. I figured oh well, at least I did the right thing. It was not until many years later when I started Teshuva that I looked back on that moment as being instrumental in my faith.
B*H*
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