when i was 7 i watched my brother leave to go to circumcision school, he came back the same day covered in a blanket..he died from the shock of a sharp knife going through his dikc.. fast forward wen i turned 18 and it was my turn to get circumcised, i was scared as shyt but the only thing to carry me through it was that i was doing it for my older brother. i did it, me and my dad had never been cool since my brother died, it was like i couldnt live up to my his expectations, my bro was the golden boy.
After i got back from the school my dad cried and hugged me, he was so proud of me, we have been cool ever since.