Adam was a Jewish boy in Russia many years ago.	When Adam went for eggs, he did not get them from a store. He got them from a chicken
When Adam felt cold, he did not turn a dial for heat, He chopped wood for a fire.	When Adam went to town, he did not ride in a car, He rode in a wagon pulled by a horse
Adam did not go to a big school. He went to his grandfather's house. There his grandfather taught all the children the stories of their people and how to read and write in Hebrew.	All this was special to Adam, But most special of all was Adam's name.
One day, Adam asked his grandfather, "Why is my name Adam?" His grandfather rubbed his beard and smiled. He took Adam to the synagogue, and they sat by the window. Adam shut his eyes and felt the warm sun shining on his face. Then his grandfather answered. "You are named after my grandfather whose name was Adam.	He was named after his grandfather whose name was Adam. That way there will always be an Adam Adam laughed and whispered into his grandfather's ear, "I am always Adam. That won't change!" "Aha!" said his grandfather, "Some things change, and some things don't. "

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