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Old Tales Retold: I Halfway along the road we all

are taking Izzy Plotnik died and went to heaven And saw from the Lord's eyes that His heart was breaking.

On a scale of one to ten, You expected a ten? Cried Izzy. Forgive me, Lord, I hate to grouse, But from me You hoped for a great leader of men?

If You needed a huge pillar upholding Your House, Another David, a Daniel, a Maccabee, Then why, 0 Lord, did You give me the heart of a mouse?

The Lord was silent. Izzy sighed. I see, He said, I agree, and he nodded a solemn nod, I still could have been an Izzy Plotnik, me.

But yet, with respect — a word from the merest clod — You, dear Lord, might have been more like God.

Neill Megaw

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