>A journalist assigned to the Jerusalem bureau takes an
>apartment overlooking the Wailing Wall. Every day when she
>looks out, she sees an old Jewish man praying vigorously.
>
>So the journalist goes down to the wall, and introduces
>herself to the old man.
>
>She asks: "You come every day to the wall. How long have
>you done that and what are you praying for?"
>
>The old man replies, "I have come here to pray every day for
>25 years. In the morning I pray for world peace and then for
>the brotherhood of man.
>
>I go home have a cup of tea, and I come back and pray for
>the eradication of illness and disease from the earth."
>
>The journalist is amazed. "How does it make you feel to
>come here every day for 25 years and pray for these things?"
>she asks.
>
>The old man replies, calmly: . . . "Like I'm talking to a wall."