It was Yom Kippur evening. In the old Jewish neighborhood, everyone was heading to services. On his way to the synagogue, the Rabbi noticed one of his neighbors—an old-timer named Sam—sitting alone on a park bench.
"Sam, aren't you going to services?"
"Not this year, Rabbi."
"Why not, Sam? Don't you think you should ask God for another year of good health?"
"Rabbi, I'm ninety-three years old. Most of my friends are gone. I have a hunch that in heaven, they've forgotten about me. And the last thing I want to do... is remind them!"