THE WALL

A journalist was assigned to the Jerusalem bureau of his newspaper. He got an apartment overlooking the Wailing Wall. After several weeks he realized that whenever he looked at the wall he saw this old Jew praying vigorously.

The journalist wondered whether there was a publishable story here. He goes down to the wall, introduces himself and says: "You come every day to the wall. What are you praying for?"

The old Jew replies: "What am I praying for? In the morning I pray for world peace, then I pray for the brotherhood of man. I go home, have a glass of tea, and I come back to the wall to pray for the eradication of illness and disease from the earth."

The old Jew’s sincerity and persistence take the journalist. "You mean you have been coming to the wall to pray every day for these things?"

The old Jew nods.

"How long have you been coming to the wall to pray for these things?"

The old Jew becomes reflective and then replies: "How long? Maybe twenty, twenty five years."

The journalist is flabbergasted. "You mean you have been coming to the wall every day for all those years to pray for these things?"

The old Jew nods.

The amazed journalist finally asks: "How does it feel to come and pray every day for these things?"

The old Jew replies: "How does it feel? It feels like I’m talking to a wall."

A journalist was assigned to the Jerusalem bureau of his newspaper. He got an apartment overlooking the Wailing Wall. After several weeks he realized that whenever he looked at the wall he saw this old Jew praying vigorously.

The journalist wondered whether there was a publishable story here. He goes down to the wall, introduces himself and says: "You come every day to the wall. What are you praying for?"

The old Jew replies: "What am I praying for? In the morning I pray for world peace, then I pray for the brotherhood of man. I go home, have a glass of tea, and I come back to the wall to pray for the eradication of illness and disease from the earth."

The old Jew’s sincerity and persistence take the journalist. "You mean you have been coming to the wall to pray every day for these things?"

The old Jew nods.

"How long have you been coming to the wall to pray for these things?"

The old Jew becomes reflective and then replies: "How long? Maybe twenty, twenty five years."

The journalist is flabbergasted. "You mean you have been coming to the wall every day for all those years to pray for these things?"

The old Jew nods.

The amazed journalist finally asks: "How does it feel to come and pray every day for these things?"