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Do you have red hair? Do you know someone hit with the ginger stick? Tell us your story.
( , Thu 25 Feb 2010, 12:54)
Do you have red hair? Do you know someone hit with the ginger stick? Tell us your story.
( , Thu 25 Feb 2010, 12:54)
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Tenuous?
I'll give you tenuous...
I was in Israel once - working on a network install and I often used to wander down to the Wailing Wall and watch the religious nuttery. But one guy caught my attention. A typical religious Jew, with the ringlets and beard but he was GINGER!!
So most days, while eating my lunch I'd watch him. I'd occasionally catch a glimpse of him early in the morning as I made my way to work and it was always the same. He'd be standing facing the wall, bending and swaying as he mumbled his prayers.
So one day I waited at the wall and waited for him to finish. Exactly as the sun went down he mumbled one last prayer and started to walk away.
"Hey, Duracell!" I yelled "Can I have a quick word?"
He stopped, looked at me, and sat down on a bench and gestured to me to sit beside him. We talked long into the night about the Bible, philosophy and religion. And then I asked him about what I really wanted to know.
"What, exactly, do you pray for all day at The Wall?"
"I pray for justice in the world. I pray for the Jews and the Muslims to put aside their differences and recognise that we both pray to the same God. I pray for understanding. I pray for peace. That's what I spend my whole life doing"
"And do you think God listens" I asked gently.
"No." he said bitterly. "It's like talking to a fucking wall"
Cheers
Shoehorned *that* fucking old one into a tight QOTW....
( , Sat 27 Feb 2010, 10:15, 2 replies)
I'll give you tenuous...
I was in Israel once - working on a network install and I often used to wander down to the Wailing Wall and watch the religious nuttery. But one guy caught my attention. A typical religious Jew, with the ringlets and beard but he was GINGER!!
So most days, while eating my lunch I'd watch him. I'd occasionally catch a glimpse of him early in the morning as I made my way to work and it was always the same. He'd be standing facing the wall, bending and swaying as he mumbled his prayers.
So one day I waited at the wall and waited for him to finish. Exactly as the sun went down he mumbled one last prayer and started to walk away.
"Hey, Duracell!" I yelled "Can I have a quick word?"
He stopped, looked at me, and sat down on a bench and gestured to me to sit beside him. We talked long into the night about the Bible, philosophy and religion. And then I asked him about what I really wanted to know.
"What, exactly, do you pray for all day at The Wall?"
"I pray for justice in the world. I pray for the Jews and the Muslims to put aside their differences and recognise that we both pray to the same God. I pray for understanding. I pray for peace. That's what I spend my whole life doing"
"And do you think God listens" I asked gently.
"No." he said bitterly. "It's like talking to a fucking wall"
Cheers
Shoehorned *that* fucking old one into a tight QOTW....
( , Sat 27 Feb 2010, 10:15, 2 replies)
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