A little old Jewish lady has taken her young grandson to the beach. He is
playing in the shallow water. She is standing on the beach not wanting to get
her feet wet, when all of a sudden, a huge wave appears from nowhere and crashes
directly over the spot where the little boy is wading. The water recedes and the
boy is no longer there. He has simply vanished into the sea.
The grandmother raises her hands high up toward the sky, and cries, “Lord, how
could you take him? Have I not been a wonderful grandmother? Have I not been a
wonderful mother? Have I not given to Bnai Brith? Have I not given to Hadassah?
Have I not lit candles every Friday night at dusk? Have I not tried my very best
to live the life that you would have me live?”
A loud voice booms down from the sky, “Okay, okay, already!”
A few seconds later another huge wave appears out of nowhere and crashes on the
beach. As the water recedes, the little boy is playing there, smiling, splashing
around as if nothing had ever happened.
The loud voice booms again, “I have returned your grandson. Are you satisfied?”
The grandmother looks at the boy for a moment, cups her hands to her mouth and
yells up at the sky, “He had a hat!”
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