Back to regular life.

Back to work, back to chol, back to regular life in Israel. In case you’re having a hard time adjusting, here’s a reminder of what reality here is like:

A Rabbi had a teenage son, and it was getting time the boy should give some thought to choosing a profession.  Like  many young men, the boy didn’t really know what he wanted to do, and he didn’t seem too concerned about it.

One day, while the boy was away at  school,  his father decided to try an experiment.  He went into the boy’s room  and  placed four  objects on his study table:
– a Bible
– a silver dollar
– a bottle of whiskey, and
– a  Playboy  magazine

“I’ll just hide behind the door,”   the Rabbi said to himself, “when he comes home from school this afternoon, I’ll see which object he picks up.  If it’s the Bible, he’s going to be a Rabbi like me, and what  a blessing that would be!  If he picks up the dollar, he’s going to be a  businessman, and that would be okay, too.  But If he picks up the bottle, he’s  going to be a no-good drunkard, and, Lord, what a  shame that would  be.  And worst of all, if he picks up that magazine he’s  gonna be a skirt-chasin’ bum.”

The Rabbi waited anxiously, and  soon heard his son’s footsteps as he entered the house  and headed for his room.  The boy tossed  his books on the bed, and as he turned to  leave the room he spotted the objects on the table.  With curiosity in his  eye, he walked over to inspect  them.  Finally, he picked up the Bible  and placed it under his arm. He picked up the silver dollar and dropped it into his pocket. He uncorked the bottle and took a big drink while he admired this month’s  centerfold.

“Lord have mercy,” the  Rabbi disgustedly whispered, “he’s gonna be a member of the Knesset!”





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