A pious man who had reached the age of 105
suddenly stopped going to synagogue. Alarmed by the old fellow's absence after so
many years of faithful attendance the Rabbi went to see him.
He found him in excellent health, so the
Rabbi asked, "How come after all these years we don't see you at services
anymore?"
The old man looked around and lowered his
voice. "I'll tell you, Rabbi," he whispered. "When I got to be 90 I
expected God to take me any day. But then I got to be 95, then 100, then 105.
So I figured that God is very busy and must've forgotten about me, and I don't want to
remind Him!"