The young rabbi was an avid golfer. Even on Yom Kippur, the holiest day of the year, he snuck out by himself for a quick nine holes. On the last hole he teed off, and a gust of wind carried his ball directly over the hole and dropped it in for a hole in one.
I speed down the road, gripping my abdomen, 60, 70, 80, 90mph. Suddenly in my rear view mirror, red and blue flashes flood my vision. I pull over, and the cop walks up to my window. “Now what good reason do you have for going so fast down this road?” “I’m sorry sir, but I