Excerpt taken from With an H on My Dog Tag by CH Morris Kertzer, USA (World War II)
Once, a youngster came to me with a confession. He blurted out that for the first time in eighteen years, he had gambled. In the process of learning the game, he had won $220. “What did you do with all that money?” I asked him. He replied, blushing, “Well I sent two hundred dollars to my brother to keep for me, and a ten dollar gift to my mother.” Grinning sheepishly, he added, “All my life I have wanted a real pair of tefillin, so I sent the last ten dollars for the tefillin.”
Originally published in Three Weeks 5782 Jewish-American Warrior
