Big Birthday Blog/Turning 70
Dear Friends,
I have written about my upcoming 70th birthday a few times but on Friday, May 17, it will become a reality.
I am reminded of the words of the Psalmist who wrote "This is the day the Lord hath made, on it we should rejoice and be happy." ( Psalm 118:24)
As we celebrate this milestone birthday with family and close friends, I feel very blessed.
I want to share the blessing which a dear colleague, Rabbi Gilah Langner, gave me last Saturday at services. She reminded me that the numerical value for 70 is the Hebrew letter "ayin." (Each Hebrew letter has a numerical value. Please search for gematria to learn more about this).
"Ayin" is also the Hebrew word for eye and she encouraged me to keep an eye on what is important in life and knowing my interest in baseball, she told me to keep my eye on the ball. She reminded the congregation that when one receives a walk as a batter, it is because the batter watches the ball go by and chooses not to swing. As my 70th birthday arrives ,she encouraged me to think about which pitches to let go by and at which pitches to swing.
The message I received that I want to share is that we all need to decide what is important in our lives and what is less important and at what point it is worthwhile to swing.
So, I conclude this message with the words of Kenny Rogers, Doris Day, and the Psalmist.
In his song, "The Gambler" Rogers sings, "You got to know when to hold them, and know when to fold them, know when to walk away, and know when to run." (See below).
Doris Day's song "Que sera sera" reminds us that what will be will be. (see below)
Finally, Psalm 90:12 teaches us to number our days so we will have a heart of wisdom.
Thank you, Rabbi Gilah, for reminding me to swing at what is important and to keep my eye on being thankful for good health, a wonderful family, and continued opportunities to give so that I can share what is important in my heart.
B'shalom,
Rabbi Bruce Aft
On a warm summer's evening
On a train bound for nowhere I met up with the gambler We were both too tired to sleep So we took turns a-starin' Out the window at the darkness The boredom overtook us And he began to speakHe said, "Son, I've made a life
Out of readin' people's faces Knowin' what the cards were By the way they held their eyes So if you don't mind my sayin' I can see you're out of aces For a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice"So I handed him my bottle
And he drank down my last swallow Then he bummed a cigarette And asked me for a light And the night got deathly quiet And his face lost all expression Said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy You gotta learn to play it rightYou've got to know when to hold 'em Know when to fold 'em Know when to walk away And know when to runYou never count your moneyWhen you're sittin' at the tableThere'll be time enough for countin'When the dealin's done
Every gambler knows Is to die in your sleep"
That the secret to survivin' Is knowin' what to throw away And knowin' what to keep 'Cause every hand's a winner And every hand's a loser And the best that you can hope forAnd when he'd finished speakin'
He turned back toward the window Crushed out his cigarette Faded off to sleep And somewhere in the darkness The gambler he broke even But in his final words I found an ace that I could keepYou've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em Know when to walk away And know when to run You never count your money When you're sittin' at the table There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealin's doneYou've got to know when to hold 'em (when to hold 'em)
Know when to fold 'em (when to fold 'em) Know when to walk away And know when to run You never count your money When you're sittin' at the table There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealin's doneYou've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em Know when to walk away And know when to run You never count your money When you're sittin' at the table There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealin's doneSource: LyricFind
Songwriters: Don Schlitz
The Gambler lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be Will I be pretty? Will I be rich? Here's what she said to meQué será, será Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Qué será, será What will be, will be
When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead? Will we have rainbows day after day? Here's what my sweetheart saidQué será, será
Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Qué será, será What will be, will beNow I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be Will I be handsome? Will I be rich? I tell them tenderlyQué será, será
Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Qué será, será What will be, will be Qué será, seráSource: LyricFind
Songwriters: Billianne / Elijah Hill / Jay Livingston / Ray Evans
Whatever Will Be, Will Be (Que Sera, Sera) lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
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