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!”