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[Music] On a warm summer's evening, on a train bound from nowhere, I met up with a gambler. We were both too tired to sleep, so we took turns staring out the window at the darkness. Drowsiness overtook us, and he began to speak. He said, "Son, I made a life out of reading people's faces, knowing what the cards were by the way they held their eyes. So, if you don't mind, seeing as I can see you're out for a taste of your whiskey, I'll give you some advice: You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, know when to run. You never count your money when you're sitting at the table. There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealing is [Music] done." Every gambler knows that the secret to surviving is knowing what to throw away, knowing what to keep, 'cause every hand's a winner and every hand's a loser. And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep. When he finished speaking, he turned back toward the window, crushed out his cigarette, and faded off to sleep. Somewhere in the darkness, the gambler broke even. And in his final words, I found a place that I could keep. You got to know when to hold 'em, when to fold 'em, when to walk away, when to run. You never count your money when you're sitting at the table; there'll be time enough when the dealin' is done. Thank you very much.