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“When I was young, we used to
skate outside on a pond,” the mother told her little girl. “I had a
swing made from a tire—it hung from a tree in our front yard. We rode our
pony and picked wild raspberries in the woods.” |
Church sign we saw, verbatim: “The quality of your work is a comentary on your character.”
A man selling lottery tickets approached
the rich Baron Berkshire and tried to get him to buy a ticket. “Can’t
you see that I’m the patriarch of a wealthy banking family,” the
Baron huffed. “I don’t need to gamble!”
But the man
persisted, and the Baron finally bought a single ticket just to get rid of him.
The next morning the ticket seller returned to inform the Baron that
his single ticket had won him a million dollars. “To show you my gratitude
for your persistence,” the rich man said, “I’ll offer you this
choice: you may have $10,000 now, or $2,000 a year for the rest of your
life.”
“I’ll take the $10,000,” the ticket man
said. “With your luck, I’d be dead in a week.”
“Your finances are in terrible
shape,” the banker stated flatly. “Your checking account is way
overdrawn, your loan is far overdue, and your...”
“I know, I
know,” interrupted the man. “It’s my wife’s fault—she
is completely out of control.”
“Why don’t you talk to
her about it?” asked the banker.
“Frankly,” replied the
man with a sigh, “I’d rather argue with you than with her.”
“So—bred any good
rooks lately?”
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