Little Melissa came home from first grade and told her father that they had learned about the history of Valentine's Day. "Since Valentine's Day is for a Christian saint and we're Jewish," she asked, "will God get mad at me for giving someone a valentine?
Melissa's father thought a bit, then said, "No, I don't think God
would get mad. Who do you want to give a valentine to?"
"Osama Bin Laden," she said. . . .
"Why Osama Bin Laden," her father asked in shock.
"Well," she said, "I thought that if a little American Jewish girl
could have enough love to give Osama a valentine, he might
start to think that maybe we're not all bad, and maybe start
loving people a little bit. And if other kids saw what I did and
sent valentines to Osama, he'd start to love everyone.
"And then he'd start going all over the place to tell everyone how much he loved them and how he didn't hate anyone anymore."
Her father's heart swelled and he looked at his daughter with
newfound pride. "Melissa, that's the most wonderful thing I've
ever heard."
"I know," Melissa said, "and once that gets him out in the open,
the Marines could blow the crap out of him."
Melissa's father thought a bit, then said, "No, I don't think God
would get mad. Who do you want to give a valentine to?"
"Osama Bin Laden," she said. . . .
"Why Osama Bin Laden," her father asked in shock.
"Well," she said, "I thought that if a little American Jewish girl
could have enough love to give Osama a valentine, he might
start to think that maybe we're not all bad, and maybe start
loving people a little bit. And if other kids saw what I did and
sent valentines to Osama, he'd start to love everyone.
"And then he'd start going all over the place to tell everyone how much he loved them and how he didn't hate anyone anymore."
Her father's heart swelled and he looked at his daughter with
newfound pride. "Melissa, that's the most wonderful thing I've
ever heard."
"I know," Melissa said, "and once that gets him out in the open,
the Marines could blow the crap out of him."