I don’t typically tend to pass on those random emails one gets – especially those that promise you good luck if you forward it to ten other people, or bad luck if you break the chain. But there is one I received recently a near family member that really tickled my fancy. I don’t know how true the stories are – but the message is clear and in the spirit of the upcoming festival of Purim, a time when we strive to all feel good, I thought I might share an edited version here.
If you think you’re having a bad day, consider the following:
In an American hospital’s Intensive Care Unit, patients always died in the same bed, on Sunday morning, at about 11:00AM, regardless of their medical condition. This puzzled the doctors and some even thought it had something to do with the super natural. No one could solve the mystery as to why the deaths occurred around 11:00 AM Sunday, so a team of experts was assembled to investigate the cause of the incidents The next Sunday morning, a few minutes before 11:00AM all of the doctors and nurses nervously waited outside the ward to see for themselves what the terrible phenomenon was all about. Some were holding wooden crosses, prayer books, and other holy objects to ward off the evil spirits Just when the clock struck 11:00, Pookie Johnson , the part-time Sunday sweeper, entered the ward and unplugged the life support system so he could use the vacuum cleaner.
If you still think you’re having a bad day, then spare a thought for this guy:
A woman came home to find her husband in the kitchen shaking frantically, almost in a dancing frenzy, with some kind of wire running his waist towards the electric kettle. Intending to jolt him away the deadly current, she whacked him with a handy plank of wood, breaking his arm in two places. Up to that moment, he had been happily listening to his Walkman.
If that doesn’t put your gloomy emotions into perspective then take into account this final one:
Iraqi terrorist Khay Rahnajet didnt pay enough postage on a letter bomb. It came back with Return to Sender stamped on it. Forgetting it was the bomb; he opened it and was blown to bits.
Feeling better now?
