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Some years ago, my dad took me on a trip. Somewhat of a rite of passage in my family, all boys go on a week-long vacation to a place they choose. I chose Israel. It is expected that we become men along the journey. I realized, I had to man up quickly, even before boarding the plane, when we had to pass a screening by a swat team armed with machine guns.

The point is, that once we had made it safely to the Holy Land and were walking through one of Jerusalem's historic city gates, we were approached by a beggar woman, who, with her broken English, asked my father and me for our loose change. However, we quickly realized that we were not carrying any coins. We really weren't. Somewhat relieved that the exchange would be over, we told her about our lack of cash and resumed walking . However, as we tried to pass her, we were surprised by a smirk that was spreading across her face - Almost as though she may have heard our story before. Without missing another beat, she reached deep into her shroud and pulls out her credit card reader.

"No problem gentlemen. I take Visa, Master Card, American Express...."