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    As Grandmother used to say

    A sun shiny shower won't last half an hour

    Why is Peter Pan always flying?

    Because he'll Neverland!


    Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. One night I took a fare at 2:30 am, when I arrived to collect, the building
    Was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these Circumstances, many drivers would just honk once.

    But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their Only means of transportation.. Unless a situation
    Smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be
    Someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.

    So I walked to the door and knocked. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, Elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across
    The floor.

    After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80's stood before Me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat
    With a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.

    By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one
    Had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered
    With sheets.

    There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the
    Counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with
    Photos and glassware.

    'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to
    The cab, then returned to assist the woman.

    She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

    She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her. 'I just
    Try to treat my passengers the way I would want my
    Mother treated'.

    'Oh, you're such a good boy', she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me
    An address, and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?'

    'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly.

    'Oh, I don't mind,' she said 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice'.

    I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have
    Any family left,' she continued. 'The doctor says I
    Don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

    'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.

    For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the
    Building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

    We drove through the neighbourhood where she and her husband had lived when They were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a
    Furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone
    Dancing as a girl.

    Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner
    And would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

    As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm Tired. Let's go now'.

    We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low
    Building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that
    Passed under a portico.

    Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were Solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must
    Have been expecting her.

    I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door The woman was Already seated in a wheelchair.

    'How much do I owe you?' she asked, reaching into her purse.

    'Nothing,' I said.

    'You have to make a living,' she answered.

    'There are other passengers,' I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent
    And gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.

    'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'

    I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind
    Me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.

    I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in Thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk.
    What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to
    End his shift?

    What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven

    On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important
    in my life.

    We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

    But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.


    You won't get any big surprise in 10 days if you send this to ten people.
    But, you might help make the world a little kinder and
    more compassionate by sending it on.

    Thank you, my friend...

    Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as
    well dance.


    A pickpocket was appearing in court for a series of petty crimes. "Mr. Brewster," the judge said, "you are hereby found guilty and fined the sum
    Of ..150."

    After consulting with his client, Mr. Brewster's lawyer stood up and said, "Your Honour, my client is a little short at this time. He has only ..125 in His pocket, but if you would allow him a few minutes in the crowd..."



    The other night I was invited out for a night with "the girls." I told my

    husband that I would be home by midnight, "I promise!"

    Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easy.

    Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home.

    Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed

    Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9

    times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solu

    (even when totally smashed), in order to escape a possible conflict with him.

    The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told him

    "Midnight". He didn't seem bothered at all. Whew! Got away with that one!

    Then he said, "We need a new cuckoo clock."

    When I asked him why, he said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times said, 'Oh damn.', cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it's throat, cuckooed another giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted


    A buddy of mine works in an office where a computer going down
    causes quite an inconvenience.

    Recently, one of the computers not only crashed, it made a noise that
    Sounded like a heart monitor.

    "This computer has flat-lined!" a co-worker called out with mock horror.
    "Does anyone here know how to do mouse-to-mouse?"

    There once was a lawyer named Bender,
    Who worked as a Public Defender.
    But since his limo bumped into
    A little Ford Pinto
    He's referred to as Defender Bender.

    There once was a boy name of Daniel,
    Who bought a new Cocker Spaniel.
    He didn't know how
    To make it bow-wow
    Because he never read the manual.

    There once was a man from Peru,
    Who found a small mouse in his stew.
    Said the waiter, "Don't shout
    And wave it about!
    Or everyone will want one of them, too!"

    There was this blonde city-girl who was out driving and found herself in a Rural area. She noted a farm animal standing next to a farmer and stopped
    The car to ask the farmer a question.

    "Sir," she inquired, "Why doesn't this cow have any horns?"

    The farmer cocked his head for a moment, then began in a patient tone.
    "Well, ma'am, cattle can do a powerful lot of damage with horns. Sometimes
    We keep 'em trimmed down with a hacksaw. Other times we can fix up the
    young 'uns by puttin' a couple drops of acid where their horns would grow
    in, and that stops 'em cold. Still, there are some breeds of cattle that never Horns. But the reason this cow don't have no horns, ma'am, is 'cause it's a Hor

    Little Johnny watched, fascinated, as his mother smoothed cold cream on her fac 'Why do you do that, mommy?' he asked. 'To make myself beautiful,' said his mot Who then began removing the cream with a tissue. 'What's the matter?' asked Lit Johnny. 'Giving up?'
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