 The name of the man who blinded me was Rabbi Hammer. People in Muncie went to him for advice. Tell us how to see, they beseeched him. But Rabbi Hammer was blind too. When he finished telling us Fe, he closed the book of Yusuk, leaned forward, and kissed it. Then he called us up, one by one, and gave us each a small copy of the book. To keep in your hearts and minds, he said, all the days of your lives. Then he handed us our book and shook our hands. Mazel Tov, he said. Hebrew for good luck.