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Dawn

Recent events require the telling of an old tale.

A Rabbi gathered together his students and asked them: “How do we know the exact moment when night ends and day begins?” 

“It’s when, standing some way away, you can tell a sheep from a dog,” said one boy.

The Rabbi was not content with the answer.

Another student said: “No, it’s when, standing some way away, you can tell an olive tree from a fig tree.”

“No, that’s not a good definition either.”

“Well, what’s the right answer?” asked the boys.

And the Rabbi said: “When a stranger approaches, and we think he is our brother, that is the moment when night ends and day begins.”  

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About Me

Retired great grandmother living in the Northwest US. Former radio Public Service Director and National Accounts Manager.

I’m a hair-dishevelled heilan’ coo,
Hamish McKay be ma name;
Welcome tae this dreichet glen
I’m cursed tae ca’ ma hame.
Depending on the mood I’m in
I’ll raise ma horns on high,
An’ if I like the look o’ ye
I’ll likely let ye by.
But should I dinnae like the look
O’ ye, then tak great care,
I’ll raise ma horns on high again,
Go on, get oot o’there!
So whether welcome yae or nae,
I’ll raise these horns sae mean,
Then ye shall ken ma meaning
By the twinkle o’ ma een.

Courtesy of
MARION GRAY Wollaton Road Wollaton Park Nottingham

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