On my well to the Kotel yesterday afternoon, I saw a large group of young Jewish tourists. I scanned the crowd to see which one to target. There was a young man sitting in the middle of a group of his friends. I walked over and pointed my finger at him. (Remember, this kid did not know me from Adam. He just saw some old, Jewish man with a gray beard walk up out of the blue and point his finger at him.)

"Where are you from?" I asked.

"Los Angeles," he answered, looking curious as to why a completely stranger would walk up to him and ask him a question.

I pointed my finger toward his face and said, "You better marry a Jewish girl!"

His mouth dropped open. He quickly glanced at his friends sitting next to him, and looking a bit frightened, he said, "How... how did he know?"

I pointed to the sky and said, "G-d." Then, I pointed back toward his face, shook my finger, and walked away.

He was stunned. I left him staring at me with his mouth hanging open.

I don't know if I will ever hear what happened to him, but I bet that he is going to think twice before he marries that non-Jewish girl. When he thinks about it, he might even close his eyes and see this old Jewish man with a white beard, pointing his finger, and saying, "G-d."