1.10.09

Re: The ShoeBox

charles:
it's always pleasures to read your email.
since you forward from somewhere else, the forward character ">" repeqated on your forward email, and that cause some  reading problem.
I usually forward your jokes to my blog, so i have this program to strip down those ">" character, you may try it since it is free.
http://www.dsoft.com.tr/stripmail/
that will make a lot of your reader happy too.


eric


Ted Turner  - "Sports is like a war without the killing."

On Thu, Oct 1, 2009 at 11:39 AM, Eric Pan <epan36@gmail.com> wrote:
The ShoeBox

This was too priceless and funny not to share.

THE SHOEBOX A man and woman had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had talked about everything.. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little Old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had Cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.

For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but One day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said She would not recover.

In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took Down the shoe box and took it to his wife's bedside. She agreed that it was time that he should know what was In the box. When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls And a stack of money totaling $95,000.

He asked her about the contents.

'When we were to be married,' she said, ' my grandmother told me The secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that If I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll.'

The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears.. Only two Precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two Times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with Happiness.

'Honey,' he said, 'that explains the doll, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?'

'Oh,' she said, 'that's the money I made from selling the dolls.'

A Prayer....... Dear Lord, I pray for Wisdom to understand my man; Love to forgive him; And Patience for his moods; Because Lord, if I pray for Strength, I'll beat him to death, Because I don't have time to crochet.