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!”