Half-Full, Half-Empty

Some say the kiddish cup is half full. Some say it's half empty. What's the big deal? If it's half empty, ask for a refill. Seriously, people. Is the amount of wine in a pretty chalice a good measure of the way we view life? The SJG says nyet. A better indicator is how we came into this world. Was the arrival peaceful, or in my case, hectic?

When you're born in the backseat of your daddy's oldsmobile in the hospital parking lot, something tells you, from a very early age, fasten your seatbelt, it's going to be a bumpy night.

I'd like a refill, please.