InSrchofBobbyFischer

I pray, at least once a day, for the people of Israel, a nation chosen and elevated by the Lord God, Who said: "Swear not at all, nor by Jerusalem, for it is a city of the great king!", King Solomon, that their war to end soon in triumphant! Also, the sovereign nation of Ukraine. The unjust lawless war without cause and justification to end in triumphant! Lord hear my prayer. And You once said: "For what doth it profit a man, if he gain the whole world, and suffer the loss of his own soul?" Lord do have mercy!

In Search of Bobby Fischer is begotten from the movie "Searching for Bobby Fischer".  Their meanings are the same. Neither it is about me nor so to speak "Where in the world is Waldo?" The movie is about a wholesome young boy who at a very tender age possesses a world-class chess talent in the like of none other than that of The Legendary Bobby Fischer. In the movie, long before the climactic tournament duel to start, a woman reporter asked, "Tell me, is the next Bobby Fischer somewhere in this room?"
But the greatest gift in the little boy is his ever presence loving heart - full of goodness, kindness and with humility too!

So much so, I know within since childhood, neither taught nor learned, not prideful but very proud to say: The heart is made to love for love alone. It is a very, very fine possession to have and to own.  This is priceless. It is not a pump!

Thus so, much so, do so, "Good Will Hunting"! Curse not, fret not, cheat not and no name calling! 

Talent is God given. Be humble. Fame is man-given. Be grateful. Conceit is self-given. Be careful. - John Wooden.  

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none - William Shakespeare (April 23, 1564 - April 23, 1616 (age 52), 6' 4" (1.93 m), Roman Catholic)), from Lou Dobbs Tonight, Fox Business Network, Oct. 2016. 

Love runs empty, thus lawless are they that make their will their law. Love, The Word, will never, ever cease.  

A 5th grader was walking home from school in The Lower East Side, then etched in his first poem - Winter Life - the lonely life of poor Jewish elderly on the Allen Street traffic median, Grand and Broome, park benches dozing off in the sun.

When the north wind blows, where does the frozen river flow?

As we grow old, we just sit and wait for the day to go.

Wished I had the courage to embolden the boy's inner thoughts to converse with them. A wave or a "Hi!" is good. But I only wondered if they have loved ones to take good care of them, and hoped their loved ones not a faded memory, especially their mates.

I gave this poem to Miss Buckley the next day in recess to check the grammar. But she only laughed out loud and said: "Why would a little boy like you at your age be thinking about these things?"  "Is that bad?" I asked her, then I shy away. 

Created, Feb. 10, 2017, from inner thoughts while playing won games lost, of past games too. Oh, boy! I called this the In-Search-of-Bobby-Fischer's Law: Got a phone, they will call! Lest you are a professional eke out a living, it's only a game. 

Thank you for your time this time until next time. Until then, do everything good and holy - be a good person, a good heart, and a good soul. And help those who are less fortunate than yourself and Heaven is yours anytime you are call, whether young or old. God bless. Good game. Play to mate..