Now you know what a parable is. It's a short story that has a deep meaning. 

This is a great one, 'cause it has universal application for whatever ails you. With it you never have to take responsibility for anything that happens to you. All ya gotta do is fill in the appropriate blanks. 

I heard this one many, many years, and it completely changed my life. Perhaps it'll do the same for you. So here goes. 

Two Jewish kids — Sammy and Abie — were born in the same small mid-Western  town. They became very close friends. When the Second World War came along, they were both drafted. One was sent to the West Coast for training, and the other to the East Coast. They wrote each other daily, and even spoke by phone from time to time. 

Training completed, they were both sent into combat — Abie to the Pacific Theatre and Sammy to the European. 

However, with time, they lost touch with one another. And, eventually, each decided that the other was dead. 

About a year after the war ended, Abie was walking down Broadway in New York City when all of a sudden he saw Sammy coming toward him. At that moment, Sammy saw Abie coming toward him. They both let out cries of joy, each realizing that the other had not been killed, and started running toward each other. They locked in embrace, they cried, they pounded each other on the back, they kissed, they held each other at arm's length, and hugged again. Finally, after several minutes, Sammy says to Abie, “Abie, baby, what are you doin' in New York?” 

Abie replies, “I-I-I-I-I c-c-c-c-c-came t-t-to l-l-l-l-look for a-a-a-a j-j-j-j-job.”

“Great!” says Sammy. “What kind of job are you lookin' for?” 

Abie comes back with, “I-I-I-I-I w-w-w-w-wanna b-b-b-b-b-b-be a-a-a   r-r-r-r-r-radio a-n-n-n-n-ouncer.” 

“Swell," says Sammy. "How are ya doin', kid?” 

Abie responds with, “I-I-I-I-I-I h-h-h-had an-an-an au-au-au-au-dition l-l-l-last  w-w-week.” 

“Didja get the job?” Sammy asks. 

“N-n-n-no,” replies Abie, “B-b-b-b-b-but y-y-y-you know, S-s-s-s-sammy,  th-th-they're a-a-a-all a b-b-b-bunch of a-a-a-a-anti S-S-S-S-Semites!”

Think about it. 

PS: Believe it or not but I was once accused of being an anti-Semite by a guy named Cartier (hardly a Jewish name, mind you) because I had sent him a copy of that parable in answer to a question he had put to me.