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at the end of every class. Now, this guy had a knack for telling some pretty funny stories (like the time he went into the wrong rowhouse and sat down next to a total stranger reading a newspaper and thought it was his uncle). So, naturally, we asked him what the story was about the "watch out for the stupid people" remark. He'd say "I'll tell you a little later in the year". So finally, one day (I think it was a Friday) someone asked him again. He said, "well, I'll tell you. I was walking down the street one day, and I saw these four kids messing around..." We all thought this had to be the best story yet, right? "... And they were having a good time just messing with each other, and then all of a sudden one of them ended up being accidentally pushed in front of a truck and she was killed right then and there."
Obviously not the story we were expecting, nor the time we expected to hear it. Hearing things like this always make me think, you know? I mean, we all drive or spend time walking near cars each day, and it's probably one of the most dangerous things we can do? Imagine how little experience and ability we demand of ourselves and each other before we all get behind the wheel of a 1500 pound battering ram at 80mph.
It also makes me think of a story from the Yom Kippur prayerbook. A student asked a Rabbi, "when is the best time to repent?" The Rabbi said "the only time you need to repent is the day before you die". The student, puzzled, said "how do we know what day that will be?" The Rabbi said, "We don't know, that is why we must repent every day". Needless to say, I repent every day. Who knows when it will all be taken away? Stories like this make me want to hold on to everyone a little tighter, eh?
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