Kappa Kappa Friday Night

There once was a shoemaker who loved to spin dreidles.  I loved him instantly.  He shone in glory and he finished his work so efficiently.  His name was Kappa Kappa and he was blessed on every Friday Night of the Week.  KK was not Jewish, but KK had many Jewish friends.  He had considered converting but alas, he knew that he did not think that God wanted him to really be that religious and he just liked spinning dreidles.  Not keeping a book of laws and in truth God was probably very happy with KK's real work in the universe.   So KK went on for months writing poetry on friday night and sharing it with his Jewish friends.  KK was insightful and honorable and he really had some really fine poetic lines about gems and silver.  He wrote a book a month and everything he wrote was enjoyed by every Jewish person he met.  KK once asked for a loan from one of his Jewish friends and in good faith an interest free loan was extended that KK had three years to return or longer if he wished to do so but only if he was continuing in his writing efforts.  A good deal because the poetry flowed freely.  The shoe trade was so much fun that KK even designed fashionable ladies shoes that sold out the day he offered them for sale.  Every shoe was unique and every day was a new beginning for his intellect.  I admired KK so much that I once offered him a free pencil collection in which to keep writing his novels.  It was not a gift but it was actually a payment for his true gift, the writing.  You see the shoes that KK made were actually very expensive. The ladies who bought them were foreigners who never returned to wear them in the town in which KK lived and made friends.  Most people never appreciated his fine artwork with leather and the like.  But that was not to his liking.  KK kept doing all that he did and he soon prospered.  The loan that he had, he repayed in full after two years.  I gave KK more pencils and soon was even selling him some fine pens as well.  I decided to wager that KK might be a man that should retire from shoe making and just write poetry full time.  He liked me and offered me a job in his shoe store which I took immediately.  I learned the fine art of shoe making and was soon making fancy ladies shoes as well. My shoes didnt sell though, for some reason the ladies from abroad did not like the Jewish made shoes.  But that did not stop me.  I sold them to the ladies in my town for a discounted fee and they were worn in town.  Soon, KK got jealous because many people in town commented on how good my shoes looked and how come he didn't make fancy shoes too.  Soon people forgot that KK wrote exquisite poetry and his poetry did not get read and he soon quit writing.  KK soon fired me from my job which just infuriated the local ladies who liked my shoes.  KK decided to compete so he offered a few shoes once a week to the ladies in town at a discounted price and soon it was obvious that KK was the true master and I was really just in his stead.  I did not resent that I was not given the chance to make shoes in town anymore, but I must say that KK was never happy ever again.  He quit writing poetry and I quit feeling good about having him fix my shoes too.  I had no skills to fix my own shoes but I soon found another shoe seller who could do mens shoe repairs.  So this was fine by me.  So the moral of this story is this. If you have a talent enjoy it.  Don't stop unless you run out of talent.  But that said, don't expect the world either.  Just expect some free pencils and a handshake in the shoe store.  Its your day to shine and you always did, but others can shine too.  I miss my days in the shoe store and I have even quit my new job as I was promoted to a shoe carrier for a rival shoe store for three years after I left KK's employment. But that said, today I am the poet and KK is a man I never shared a wine bottle with ever ever ever ever ever.  Best wishes friends, may you all be fortunate to meet a fellow like Kappa Kappa but beware of the turmoil that lovely people bring to aspiring craftsmen if you think that the lovely persons are truely in your stead.  They may indeed love your culture and your craftsmanship but if there is a discord in your day lovely wants to stay lovely and crafts men can find other things to do on their day off.