it was a bold and powerful mood, my father, in real life, called a “time out.”
years ago, at the conclusion of the yom kippur holiday, extended family would get together at a house to “break the fast. ” those attending, having come from services, were dressed in formal attire.
my father, all ready to leave, wanted to say good bye and wish a certain individual a happy new year. he, however, was confronted with a problem. that person was animated conversation with someone else. the prospects that the conversation was going to be extended was likely. my father was determined not to wait.
i watched from a distance as my father approached the two individuals. he brought up his hands with the skill of a professional referee and made the “time out” signal with his hands. he successfully stopped their conversation and politely moved to say goodbye and good wishes.
it was the bold move. it couldn’t help but laugh.
my father apparently possessed and understood advanced rule book on living. sometimes, it appears, that you can actually call a “time out” in the “game of life.”
be well!!
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