[HANASHIR:4614] A Prayer for 5760

[Rachelle and Howard Shubert <notfranz...>]

I received this and thought you might like to see it.

Rachelle

A Prayer For 5760

Attributed to Rabbi Jacob Pressman
 
May you get a clean bill of health from your
dentist, your cardiologist, your 
gastro-enterologist, your urologist, your
proctologist, your podiatrist, your 
psychiatrist, your plumber - and the IRS.
 
May your hair, your teeth, your face-lift, your abs,
and your stocks not fall; and may your blood
pressure, your triglycerides, your cholesterol, your 
white blood count, and your mortgage interest not rise.
 
May you find a way to travel from anywhere to
anywhere in the rush hour in less than an hour, and
when you get there may you find a parking space.
 
May Friday evening, December 31, find you seated
around the Shabbat table, together with your beloved
family and cherished friends, ushering in the Sabbath
day. You will find the food better, the environment
quieter, the cost much cheaper, and the pleasure much
more fulfilling than anything else you  might
ordinarily do that night.
 
May you wake up on January 1st, finding that the
world has not come to an end, the lights work, the
water faucets flow, and the sky has not fallen.
 
May you go to the bank on Monday morning, January
3rd and find your account is in order, your money is
still there, and any mistakes are in your favor.
 
May you ponder on January 4th how this ultra-modern
civilization of ours managed to get itself traumatized
by a possible slip of a blip on a chip made out of sand.
 
May we relax about the Third Millennium of the
Common Era, and realize that we still have 240 years
until the dawn of the Sixth Millennium of the Jewish
Calendar, by which time the computer will long since
be obsolete and so will we.
 
May God give you the strength to go through a year
of presidential campaigning, and may some of the
promises made be kept. May you believe at  least half
of what the candidates propose, and may those elected
fulfill at least half of what they promise, and the
miracle of reducing taxes and  balancing budgets happen.
 
May you be awe struck by God's sense of humor as you
wrestle with the possibility that a professional
wrestler could become president of the United  States.
 
May what you see in the mirror delight you, and what
others see in you delight them.
 
May someone love you enough to forgive your faults,
be blind to your  blemishes, and tell the world about
your virtues.
 
May the telemarketers wait to make their sales calls
until you finish dinner, and may your check book and
your budget balance, and may they include generous
amounts for charity.
 
May you remember to say "I love you" at least once a
day to your spouse, your  child, and your parent; but
not to your secretary, your nurse, your masseuse, your
hairdresser, or your tennis instructor.
 
And may the Messiah come this year, and if he does
not may we live as he has, in a world at peace and
the awareness of God's love in every sunset,  every
flower's unfolding petals, every baby's smile, every
lover's kiss, and every wonderful, astonishing,
miraculous beat of our heart.