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MS MuSings a Monthly Online Magazine By and For Those with MS, Multiple Sclerosis May 2008, Issue 104 |
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From Luis (source
unknown) Meyer, a lonely widower,
was walking home one day. He was wishing something wonderful would happen to his
life when he passed a pet store and heard a squawking voice shouting out in
Yiddish: "Quawwwwk...vus macht du...!" In a matter of moments,
Meyer purchased the bird and carried the parrot home. All night long he talked
with the parrot...in Yiddish. The parrot listened while sharing some walnuts.
The next morning, Meyer
began saying his prayers. The parrot wanted to pray, too. Meyer hand made a
miniature yamulke for the parrot. The parrot also wanted to read Hebrew, so
Meyer spent months teaching him the Torah. On Rosh Hashanah, Meyer
rose, got dressed, and was about to leave when the parrot demanded to go with
him. Meyer explained that a synagogue was not a place for a bird, but the parrot
pleaded and was carried to the synagogue on Meyer's shoulder. Meyer was questioned by everyone, including the rabbi. At first, the rabbi refused to allow a bird into the building on the High Holy Days, but Meyer convinced him that the parrot could pray. Wagers were made on whether the parrot could speak Yiddish or not. All eyes were on the two
of them during services. The parrot was still perched on Meyer's shoulder as one
prayer and song passed...but the parrot didn’t say a word. Annoyed, Meyer said
"Pray, parrot! You can pray...do it now while everybody's looking at you!" The
parrot said nothing. Meyer stopped and looked
at him. "You miserable bird...you cost me over four thousand dollars today. Why?
After I taught you the morning prayers, taught you to read Hebrew and the Torah.
And, after you begged me to bring you to a synagogue on Rosh Hashanah...Why did
you do this to me?" Reach Luis by email to comment: LMN2GKI@aol.com |