Morris had been down on his luck for months, and, though not a devoutly
religious man, had begun to visit the local synagogue to ask God's help.
One week, out of desperation, he prayed, "God, I've been a good and decent
man all my life. Would it be so terrible if You let me win the lottery
The despondent fellow returned week after week. One day, Morris,
nearly hopeless now, prayed, "God, I've never asked You for anything before.
I just want to win one little lottery."
"As he dejectedly rose to leave, God's voice boomed, "Morris, at
least meet Me halfway on this. Buy a ticket!"