Laying Low

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It was Rosh Hashana evening. In the old Jewish neighborhood, everyone was heading to services. And on his way to synagogue, the Rabbi notices one of his neighbors - an old timer - sitting on a park bench.

"Sam. Aren't you going to services?"

"Not this year, Rabbi."

"Why not Sam? Don't you think you should ask God for another year of good health?"

"Rabbi. I'm 93 years old. Most of my friends are gone. And I have a hunch. I think that in heaven they've forgotten about me. And the last thing I want to do... is remind them!"

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