Help, I need somebody. Help, not just anybody… I am slightly ashamed to say that this Beatles’ song is one of the biggest guilty pleasures that I “indulge” in every day, when I take a shower. Sometimes, when I get out of the shower, I imagine a large audience watching me, clapping their hands, and screaming loudly, “Encore!” So sometimes, I’ll jump back into the shower and repeat the song (just kidding). If you wish to have a red-haired (gingy) child, I suggest that you don’t get involved with me. As a dark-haired Israeli who spent his whole childhood on a Tel Aviv beach, it is unlikely that we would produce a redhead, although, I have adorable twins, one who is dark and one who is fair. I was the youngest son in a warm, loving, orthodox Yemenite family of ten children. Although, I have a law degree and a master’s of law in real estate, I consider myself a businessman with a lawyer’s edge. I have always lived the exciting, deeply rewarding life of an entrepreneur. At the age of 8, I sold prickly pear cactus fruits door to door, earning enough to buy myself a new bicycle. At the age of 16, (during my vacation from a four year Ashkenazi Yeshiva, where I ate gefilte fish every Shabbat instead of Ja-ch-noon), I sold watermelons which I loaded on my own horse and cart. After my Army service and during my law school studies, I had a furniture store. During my master’s of laws studies, I sold glatt kosher falafel on Locus Walk at the University of Pennsylvania, to earn extra money. Presently, I am engaged in selling air rights in Manhattan. About ten years ago, a tragedy struck my life, when I lost, in less than a one-year period, the three most important women a man could ever love, my wife, my mother, and most importantly, my eight and half year old daughter. Nonetheless, I am a very happy person. I have tried to go on with my life, by giving back to the Jewish community, helping to establish a synagogue in the city, etc. and by living life as fully as possible.