On a trip to Israel with some Buddhist monk friends, we heard about and were going to meet a very old Jewish man who had been going to the Western Wall to pray twice a day, every day, for a long, long time. We went to the Western Wall, where he strolled to the holy site.
We watched him pray, and after about 45 minutes, when he turned to leave, moving very slowly, we approached him.
“Pardon me, sir, I’m Mel Hantz. What’s your name?” “Morris Fishbein,” he replied.
“Sir, how long have you been coming to the Western Wall and praying?” “For about 50 years.”
“50 years! That’s amazing! What do you pray for?” “I pray for peace between the Christians, Jews, and the Muslims. I pray for all the wars and all the hatred to stop. I pray for a more enlightened government to respect individual differences. I pray that all our children grow up safely as responsible adults and love their fellow man.”
“How do you feel after doing this for 50 years?”
“Like I’m talking to a fuckin’ wall.”