Okay, we’re big gamblers around here.  Especially now.  When we leave the house, we’re gambling there will be a place to hide if there’s a rocket.  We’re gambling with the lives of our soldiers that we’ll find the hostages. We’re gambling on this holiday with our dreydls that we spin and hope the right letter will fall and we’ll win the kitty.  And I’m gambling on this site that I’m still learning how to program.  

If it doesn’t work right, know I’m still looking for someone who will teach me what to do.  

Not what to say.  I may be wrong most of the time but I take full responsibility  for my mistakes.

Let’s see.  If I disappear for a day or two – it’s my fault and I’ll be back.  

I ‘m gambling on my luck.

Now I will share a memory of dreydls:  My mother always gave us Hannukah gelt – money for Hannukah.  It’s a beautiful custom – the gold coins to remind us of the festival of light, the rebuilding of the temple, the miracles.  And, as part of the miracles, we gambled.

And my mother seemed always to win back her money.