A married couple was in a terrible accident where the man's face was severely burned. The doctor told the husband that they couldn't graft any skin from his body because he was too skinny. So the wife offered to donate some of her own skin. However, the only skin on her body that the doctor felt was suitable would have to come from her buttocks. The husband and wife agreed that they would tell no one about where the skin came from, and they requested that the doctor also honor their secret. After all, this was a very delicate matter. After the surgery was completed, everyone was astounded at the man's new face.  He looked more handsome than he ever had before! All his friends and relatives just went on and on about his youthful beauty! One day, he was alone with his wife, and he was overcome with emotion at her sacrifice. He said, "Dear, I just want to thank you for everything you did for me. How can I possibly repay you?"

"My darling," she replied,  "I get all the thanks I need every time I see your mother kiss you on the  cheek."

If this doesn't make you smile  ~ nothing  will!



Two ladies talking in heaven:


1st woman : Hi! My name is Wanda.

2nd woman : Hi! I'm Kelly. How'd you die?

1st woman : I Froze to Death.

2nd woman : How Horrible!

1st woman : It wasn't so bad. After I quit shaking from the cold, I began to get warm & sleepy, and finally died a peaceful death. What about you?

2nd woman : I died of a massive heart attack. I suspected that my husband was cheating, so I came home early to catch him in the act. But instead, I found him all by himself in the den watching TV.

1st woman: So, what happened?

2nd woman : I was so sure there was another woman there somewhere that I started running all over the house looking. I ran up into the attic and searched, and down into the basement. Then I went through every closet and checked under all the beds. I kept this up until I had looked everywhere, and finally I became so exhausted that I just keeled over with a heart attack and died.

1st woman : Too bad you didn't look in the freezer---we'd both still be alive.

 


THE PARROT

 

A young man named John received a parrot as a gift.
The parrot had a bad attitude and an even worse vocabulary.
Every word out of the bird's mouth was rude, obnoxious and
laced with profanity.

 

John tried and tried to change the bird's attitude
by consistently saying only polite words, playing soft music and
anything else he could think of to "clean up" the bird's vocabulary.

 

Finally, John was fed up and he yelled at the
parrot. The parrot yelled back. John shook the parrot and the parrot
got angrier and even ruder. In desperation, John threw up his
hands, grabbed the bird and put him in the freezer.

 

For a few minutes the parrot squawked and kicked and
screamed. Then suddenly there was total quiet. Not a peep was
heard for over a minute. Fearing that he'd hurt the parrot,
John quickly opened the door to the freezer.

 

The parrot calmly stepped out onto John's
outstretched arm and said, "I believe I may have offended you with my
rude language and actions. I'm sincerely remorseful for my
inappropriate transgressions and I fully intend to do everything I can to correct
my rude and unforgivable behavior."

 

John was stunned at the change in the bird's
attitude. As he was about to ask the parrot what had made such a
dramatic change in his behavior, when the bird continued,

"May I ask what the turkey did?"

 

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

 



MENTAL HOSPITAL PHONE MENU

Hello -  and thank you for calling The State Mental Hospital.  Please select from the following options menu:

If you are obsessive-compulsive, press 1 repeatedly.

If you are co-dependent, please ask someone to press 2 for you.

If you have multiple personalities, press 3, 4, 5 and 6.

If you are paranoid, we know who you are and what you want, stay on the  line so we can trace your call.

If you are delusional, press 7 and your call will be forwarded to the  Mother Ship.

If you are schizophrenic, listen carefully and a little voice will tell  you which number to press.

If you are manic-depressive, it doesn't matter which number you press,  nothing will make you happy anyway.

If you are dyslexic, press 9696969696969696.

If you are bipolar, please leave a message after the beep or before the  beep or after the beep. Please wait for the beep.

If you have short-term memory loss, press 9. If you have short-term  memory loss, press 9. If you have short-term memory loss, press 9.

If you have low self-esteem, please hang up our operators are too busy  to talk with you.

If you are menopausal, put the gun down, hang up, turn on the fan, lie  down and cry. You won't be crazy forever.

If you are blonde, don't press any buttons, you'll just mess it up.

This coming week is National Mental Health Care week. You can do your  part by remembering to contact at least one unstable person to show you  care.

(Well, my job is done .....Your turn)


                  Blonde Mortician


 
A man who just died is delivered to a local mortuary wearing an expensive, expertly tailored black suit.

The Blonde mortician asks the deceased's wife how she would like the body dressed. She points out that the man does look good in the black suit he is already wearing.

The widow, however, says that she always thought her husband looked his best in blue, and that she wants him in a blue suit. She gives the Blonde mortician a blank check and says, "I don't care what it costs, but please have my husband in a blue suit for the viewing."

The woman returns the next day for the wake. To her delight, she finds her husband dressed in a gorgeous blue suit with a subtle chalk stripe; the suit fits him perfectly.

She says to the mortician, "Whatever this cost, I'm very satisfied. You did an excellent job and I'm very grateful. How much did you spend?" To her astonishment, the blonde mortician presents her with the blank check.

"There's no charge," she says.

"No, really, I must compensate you for the cost of that exquisite blue suit!" she says.

"Honestly, ma'am," the blonde says, "it cost nothing. You see, a deceased gentleman of about your husband's size was brought in shortly after you left yesterday, and he was wearing an attractive blue suit. I asked his wife if she minded him going to his grave wearing a black suit instead, and she said it made no difference as long as he looked nice."


"So I just switched the heads."



FORREST GUMP GOES TO HEAVEN 





The day finally arrived. Forrest Gump dies
and goes to Heaven. He is at

the Pearly Gates, met by St. Peter himself.
However, the gates are closed,

and Forrest approaches the gatekeeper.


St. Peter said, "Well, Forrest,

it is certainly good to see you. We have
heard a lot about you I must

tell you, though, that the place is filling
up fast, and we have been administering

an entrance examination for everyone.The
test is short, but you have to

pass it before you can get into Heaven."


Forrest responds, "It sure is

good to be here, St. Peter, sir. But nobody
ever told me about any
entrance

exam. I sure hope that the test ain't too
hard.
Life was a big enough test

as it was."


St. Peter continued, "Yes, I

know, Forrest, but the test is only three
questions.

First:

What two days of the week begin with the
letter T?

Second:

How many seconds are there in a year?

Third:

What is God's first name?"


Forrest leaves to think the questions

over. He returns the next day and sees St.
Peter, who waves him up, and

says, "Now that you have had a chance to
think the questions over,

tell me your answers"


Forrest
replied, "Well, the

first one -- which two days in the week
begins with the letter "T"?

Shucks, that one is easy. That would be
Today and Tomorrow."


The Saint's eyes opened wide and

he exclaimed, "Forrest, that is not what I
was thinking, but you do

have a point, and I guess I did not specify,
so I will give you credit

for that answer. How about the next one?"
asked St. Peter.


"How many seconds in a year?

Now that one is harder," replied Forrest,
but I thunk and thunk about

that, and I guess the only answer can be
twelve."


Astounded, St. Peter said, "Twelve?

Twelve? Forrest, how in Heaven's name could
you come up
with twelve seconds

in a year?"


Forrest replied, "Shucks, there's

got to be twelve: January 2nd, February 2nd,
March 2nd... "


"Hold it," interrupts St.

Peter. "I see where you are going with this,
and I see your point,

though that was not quite what I had in
mind....but I will have to give

you credit for that one, too. Let us go on
with the third and final question.

Can you tell me God's first name"?


"Sure," Forrest replied,

"it's Andy."


"Andy?" exclaimed an exasperated

and frustrated St Peter.


"Ok, I can understand how you

came up with your answers to
my first two
questions, but just how in the

world did you come up with the name Andy as
the first name of God?"


"Shucks, that was the easiest

one of all," Forrest replied. "I learnt it
from the song, "ANDY

WALKS WITH ME, ANDY TALKS WITH ME, ANDY
TELLS ME I AM HIS OWN."


St. Peter opened the Pearly Gates,

and said: "Run Forrest, run."





Give me a sense of humor, Lord.

Give me the ability to understand a clean
joke,

To get some humor out of life,

And to pass it on to other folk.


An 90-year-old man goes for a physical. All of his tests come 
back with normal results.
       
The doctor says, "George, everything looks great. How are you 
doing mentally and emotionally? Are you at peace with God?"
       
George replies, "God and I are tight. He knows I have poor 
eyesight, so he's fixed it so when I get up in the middle of the night to go to 
the bathroom,  poof.... the light goes on.
       
When I'm done, poof....the light goes off."
       
"Wow, that's incredible," the doctor says.

A little later in the day, the doctor calls George's wife. 
"Ethel," he says,
"George is doing fine, but I had to call you because I'm in awe of his
 relationship with God. Is it true that he gets up during the night and poof....
 the light goes on in the bathroom, and when he's done, poof....the light goes
 off?"

"Oh my God!" Ethel exclaims. "He's peeing in the refrigerator again!"



Can u find the B(there are 2B's)? DON"T skip or ur wish wont come true...


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Find the 6


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Find the N (it's hard!!)

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  I hope you laugh as hard as I did.

WHAT HAPPENS TO BORED HUSBANDS IN WALMART

Ever wonder what happens when you get separated from your Husband in
Wal-Mart?

The following letter was sent to a long time patron of a local Wal-Mart
Store.

After receiving this letter, she vowed that she would NEVER take her
husband shopping with her again!!!


January 12, 2007

Re: Mr. Bill Fenton: Multiple Complaints

Dear Mrs. Fenton,

Over the past six months, your husband, Mr. Bill Fenton has been causing
quite a commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate this type of behavior
and have considered banning the entire family from shopping in any of
our stores. We have documented all incidents on our video surveillance
equipment. Three of our clerks are attending counseling from the
trouble your husband has caused. All complaints against Mr. Fenton have
been compiled and are listed below.

15 Things Mr. Bill Fenton has done while his spouse is shopping:

1.) June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's
carts when they weren't looking.

2.) July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in House wares to go off at
5-minute intervals.

3.) July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the
restrooms.

4.) July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official tone,
"Code 3 in house wares!" . And watched what happened.

5.) August 4: Went to the Service Desk and asked to put a bag of M&M's
on layaway.

6.) September 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.

7.) September 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told other
shoppers he'd invite them in if they'll bring pillows from the bedding
department.

8.) September 23: When a clerk asks if they can help him, he begins to
cry and asks "Why can't you people just leave me alone?"

9.) October 4: Looked right into the security camera; used it as a
mirror, and picked his nose.

10.) November 10: While handling guns in the hunting department, asked
the clerk if he knows where the antidepressants are.

11.) December 3: Darted around the store suspiciously loudly humming the
"Mission Impossible" theme.

12.) December 6: In the auto department, practiced his "Madonna look"
using different size funnels.

13.) December 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browse through,
yelled "PICK ME! PICK ME!"

14.) December 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he
assumes the fetal position and screams "NO! NO! It's those voices
again!!!!"

15.) December 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door and waited
awhile; then, yelled, very loudly, "There is no toilet paper in here!"


A young guy moves to Florida and goes to a big
"everything under one roof" department store looking
for a job. The manager says, "Do you have any sales
experience?"

The kid says "Yeah. I was a salesman back home."

Well, the boss liked the kid and gave him the job.
"You start tomorrow. I'll come down after we close and
see how you did."

His first day on the job was rough, but he got through
it. After the store was locked up, the boss came down.
"How many customers bought
something from you today?

The kid says "One."

The boss says "Just one? Our sales people average 20
to 30 customers a day. How much was the sale for?"

The kid says "$121,237.65."

The boss says "$121,237.65? What the hell did you
sell?"

The kid says,"First I sold him a small fish hook. Then
I sold him a medium fish hook. Then I sold him a
larger fish hook. Then I sold him a new fishing rod.
Then I asked him where he was going fishing and he
said down the coast, so I told him he was going to
need a boat. So we went down to the boat department,
and I sold him a twin engine Boston Whaler. Then he
said he didn't think his Honda Civic would pull it, so
I took him down to the automotive department and sold
him that 4 x 4 Expedition."

The boss said, "A guy came in here to buy a fish hook
and you sold him a BOAT and a TRUCK?"

The kid said, "No, the guy came in here to buy tampons
for his wife, and I said, "Dude, your weekend's shot,
you should go fishing."


If your brain works normally this is neat.
This is another example of an amazing illusion!!! The last sentence is so true.

If your eyes follow the movement of the rotating pink dot, the dots will remain only one color, pink.

?
?



However if you stare at the black " +" in the center, the moving dot turns to green.

Now, concentrate on the black "
+ " in the center of the picture. After a short period, all the pink dots will slowly disappear, and you will only see only a single green dot rotating.

It's amazing how our brain works. There really is no green dot, and the pink ones really don't disappear. This should be proof enough, we don't always see what we think we see.?


Subject: THE WEDDING NIGHT 

Fred and Mary got married, but can't afford a honeymoon, so they go back 
to Fred's parent's home for their first night together. 

In the morning, Johnny , Fred's little brother, gets up and has his 
breakfast. As he is going out of the door to go to school, he asks his Mom 
if Fred and Mary are up yet. 

She replies, 'No'. 

Johnny asks, 'Do you know what I think?' 

His mom replies, 'I don't want to hear what you think! Just go to school.'

Johnny comes home for lunch and asks his mom, 'Are Fred and Mary up yet?'

She replies, 'No.'

Johnny says, 'Do you know what I think?'

His mom replies, 'Never mind what you think! Eat your lunch and go back 
to school.' 
 
After school, Johnny comes home and asks again, 'Are Fred and Mary up 
yet?' 
 
His mom says, ' No.' 
 
He asks, 'Do you know what I think?' 
 
His Mom replies, 'Ok, do tell me what you think?' 
 
He says: 'Last night Fred came to my room for the Vaseline and I think I 
gave him my airplane glue.'



SCHOOL ANSWERING MACHINE 

This is hilarious - no wonder some people were offended!

This is the message that the Pacific Palisades High School ( California )
staff voted unanimously to record on their school telephone answering
machine.

This is the actual answering machine message for the school. This came
about because they implemented a policy requiring students and parents to be
responsible for their children 's absences and missing homework. The school
and teachers are being sued by parents who want their children's failing
grades changed to passing grades - even though those children were absent
15-30 times during the semester and did not complete enough schoolwork to
pass their classes.

The outgoing message:
</ FONT>
"Hello! You have reached the automated answering service of your school.

In order to assist you in connecting to the right staff member, please
listen to all the options before making a selection:

* To lie about why your child is absent - Press 1
* To make excuses for why your child did not do his work- Press 2
* To complain about what we do - Press 3
* To swear at staff members - Press 4
* To ask why you didn't get information that was already enclosed in your
newsletter and several flyers mailed to you - Press 5
* If you want us to raise your child - Press 6
* If you want to reach out and touch, slap or hit someone -Press 7
* To request another teacher, for the third time this year -Press 8
* To complain about bus transportation - Press 9
* To complain about school lunches - Press 0
* If you realize this is the real world and your child must be accountable
and responsible for his/her own behavior, class work, homework and that it's
not the teachers' fault for your child's lack of effort: Hang up and have
a nice day!


* If you want this in Spanish, you must be in the wrong country.

An American golfer playing in Ireland hooked his drive
into the woods.
        Looking for his ball, he found a little Leprechaun
flat on his back, a big
        bump on his head and the golfer's ball beside him.
       
        Horrified, the golfer got his water bottle from the
cart and poured it
        over the little guy, reviving him.
       
        "Arrgh! What happened?" the Leprechaun asked.
       
        "I'm afraid I hit you with my golf ball," the golfer
says.
       
        "Oh, I see. Well, ye got me fair and square. Ye get
three wishes, so
        whaddya want?"
       
        "Thank God, you're all right!" the golfer answers in
relief. I don't want
        anyt hing, I'm just glad you're OK, and I apologize."
And the golfer walks
        off.
       
        "What a nice guy," the Leprechaun says to himself. "I
have to do something
        for him. I'll give him the three things I would want.
a great golf game,
        all the money he ever needs, and a fantastic sex
life."
       
        A year goes by (as it does in stories like this) and
the American golfer is
        back. On the same hole, he again hits a bad drive into
the woods and the
        Leprechaun is there waiting for him.
       
        "Twas me that made ye hit the ball here," the little
guy says. "I just
        want to ask ye, how's yer golf game?"
       
        "My game is fantastic!" the golfer answers. I'm an
internationally famous
        golfer now." He adds, "By the way, it's good to see
you're all right."
       
        "Oh, I'm fine now, thank ye. I did that fer yer golf
game, you know. And
        >& gt;tell me, how's yer money situation?"
       
        "Why, it's just wonderful!" the golfer states. "When I
need cash, I just
        reach in my pocket and pull out $100.00 bills I didn't
even know were
        there!"
       
        "I did that fer ye also. And tell me, how's yer sex
life?"?
       
        The golfer blushes, turns his head away in
embarrassment, and says shyly,
        "It's OK."
       
        "C'mon, c'mon now," urged the Leprechaun, "I'm wanting
to know if I did a
        good job. How many times a week?"
       
        Blushing even more, the golfer looks around then
whispers, "Once,
        sometimes twice a week."
       
        "What??" responds the Leprechaun in shock.
       
        "That's all? Only once or twice a week?"
       
        "Well," says the golfer, "I figure that's not bad for
a Catholic priest in a small parish."



POLITE WAY TO PEE

During one of her daily classes a teacher trying to teach good manners, asked
her students the following question:

"Michael, if you were on a date having dinner with a nice young lady, how would
you tell her that you have to go to the bathroom?"

Michael said, "Just a minute I have to go pee."

The teacher responded by saying, "That would be rude and impolite.

What about you Peter, how would you say it?" Peter said, "I am sorry, but I
really need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back."

"That's better, but it's still not very nice to say the word bathroom at the
dinner table

And you, little Johnny, can you use your brain for once and show Us your good
manners?"

I would say: "Darling, may I please be excused for a moment? I have to shake
hands with a very dear friend of mine, whom I hope you'll get to meet after
dinner."

The teacher fainted


HILLBILLIES MEDICAL TERMINOLOGY FOR THE LAYMAN

ARTERY...................................THE STUDY OF FINE PAINTINGS
BARIUM...................................WHAT YOU DO WHEN C.P.R. FAILS
CESAREAN SECTION...............A DISTRICT IN ROME
COLIC......................................A SHEEP DOG
CONGENITAL...........................FRIENDLY
DILATE....................................TO LIVE LONG
G.I. SERIES.............................BASEBALL GAMES BETWEEN TEAMS OF SOLDIERS
GRIPPE...................................A SUITCASE
HANGNAIL...............................A COATHOOK
MEDICAL STAFF......................A DOCTOR'S CANE
MINOR OPERATION.................COAL DIGGING
MORBID...................................A HIGHER OFFER
NITRATE..................................LOWER THAN DAY RATE
NODE......................................WAS AWARE OF
ORGANIC................................CHURCH MUSICIAN
OUTPATIENT...........................A PERSON WHO HAS FAINTED
POST-OPERATIVE...................A LETTER CARRIER
PROTEIN.................................IN FAVOR OF YOUNG PEOPLE
TABLET...................................A SMALL TABLE
TUMOR....................................AN EXTRA PAIR
URINE......................................OPPOSITE OF YOUR'RE OUT
VARICOSE VEINS....................VEINS WHICH ARE VERY CLOSE TOGETHER
BENIGN...................................WHAT YOU ARE AFTER YOU BE EIGHT




"MURPHY'S LAW"
 
The Great Three Laws
 
1.  Anything that possibly can go wrong - will go wrong
 
2.  Anything that goes wrong will do so at the worst possible time.
 
3.  Anything you plan will cost more & take longer
 
The Three Minor Laws
 
1.  Anything you try to make absolutely clear will confuse everybody
 
2.  Anything you want to fix will require a tool you don't have
 
3.  Anything that seems to be going well is a delusion



RE: Grandma's Birthday




The family wheeled Grandma out on the lawn, in her wheelchair, where the
activities for her 100th birthday were taking place.

Grandma couldn't speak very well, but she could write notes when she
needed to communicate.

After a short time out on the lawn, Grandma started leaning off to the
right, so some family members grabbed her, straightened  her up, and
stuffed pillows on her  right.

A short time later, she started leaning off to her left, so again the
family grabbed her and stuffed pillows on her left.

Soon she started leaning forward, so the family members again grabbed
her, then tied a pillowcase around her waist to hold her up.

A grandson, who  arrived late, came up to Grandma and said, "Hi,
Grandma, you're looking good!
How are  they treating you?"

Grandma took out her little notepad and slowly wrote a note to the
nephew...

"They won't let me fart."



Subject: Letter From Home

Dearest Redneck Son,

I'm writing this slow because I know you can't read fast. We don't live
where we did when you left home. Your dad read in the newspaper that
most accidents happen within 20 miles of your home, so we moved. I won't
be able to send you the address because the last West Virginia family
that lived here took the house numbers when they moved so they wouldn't
have to change their address.

This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine. I'm not sure
about it. I put a load of clothes in and pulled the chain. We haven't
seen them since.

The weather isn't bad here. It only rained twice last week; the first
time for three days and the second time for four days.

About that coat you wanted me to send; your Uncle Billy Bob said it
would be too heavy to send in the mail with the buttons on, so we cut
them off and put them in the pockets.

Bubba locked his keys in the car yesterday. We were really worried
because it took him two hours to get me and your father out.

Your sister had a baby this morning, but I haven't found out what it is
yet so I don't know if you are an aunt or uncle.

Uncle Bobby Ray fell into a whiskey vat last week. Some men tried to
pull him out but he fought them off and drowned. We had him cremated, he
burned for three days.

Three of your friends went off a bridge in a pickup truck. Butch was
driving. He rolled down the window and swam to safety. Your other two
friends were in the back. They drowned because they couldn't get the
tailgate down!

There isn't much more news at this time. Nothing much out of the normal
has happened.

Your Favorite Aunt,

Mom




The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn't been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. It was just another day to him. He didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through.

Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up. "Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see you're busy, I'll just go." "Not without something hot in your belly." George said.

He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty, "Stew ... made it myself. When you're done, there's coffee and it's fresh."

Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell. "Excuse me, be right back," George said. There in the driveway was an old '53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front. The driver was panicked. "Mister can you help me!" said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent. "My wife is with child and my car is broken."

George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead. "You ain't going in this thing," George said as he turned away.

"But Mister, please help ..." The door of the office closed behind George as he went inside. He went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked around the building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting. "Here, take my truck," he said. "She ain't the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good."

George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office. "Glad I gave 'em the truck, their tires were shot too. That 'ol truck has brand new ........" George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone. The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee cup beside it. "Well, at least he got something in his belly," George thought.

George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered that the block hadn't cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. "Well, shoot, I can fix this," he said to himself. So he put a new one on.

"Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the winter either." He took the snow treads off of his wife's old Lincoln . They were like new and he wasn't going to drive the car anyway.

As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, "Please help me."

George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention. "Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. "Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin'," he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease.

"Something for pain," George thought. All he had were the pills he used for his back. "These ought to work." He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. "You hang in there, I'm going to get you an ambulance."

The phone was dead. "Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car." He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio.

He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. "Thanks," said the officer. "You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in the area."

George sat down beside him, "I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain't gonna leave you." George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. "Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through 'ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think with time your gonna be right as rain."

George got up and poured a cup of coffee. "How do you take it?" he asked. "None for me," said the officer. "Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain't got no donuts." The officer laughed and winced at the same time.

The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. "Give me all your cash! Do it now!" the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before.

"That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer.

"Son, why are you doing this?" asked George, "You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt."

The young man was confused. "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too. Now give me the cash!"

The cop was reaching for his gun. "Put that thing away," George said to the cop, "we got one too many in here now."

He turned his attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve. If you need money, well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I got. Now put that pee shooter away."

George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. "I'm not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job, my rent is due, my car got repossessed last week ..."

George handed the gun to the cop. Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best we can."

He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from the cop. "Sometimes we do stupid things." George handed the young man a cup of coffee. "Bein' stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin' in here with a gun ain't the answer. Now sit there and get warm and we'll sort this thing out."

The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. "Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I'm sorry officer."

"Shut up and drink your coffee." the cop said.

George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn. "Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer.

"Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?"

"GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?" the other cop asked as he approached the young man.

Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran."

George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other.

"That guy work here?," the wounded cop continued. "Yep," George said, "just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job."

The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, "Why?"

Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas boy ... and you too, George, and thanks for everything."

"Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems."

George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. "Here you go, something for the little woman. I don't think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day."

The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. "I can't take this," said the young man. "It means something to you."

"And now it means something to you," replied George. "I got my memories. That's all I need."

George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. "Here's something for that little man of yours."

The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier.

"And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that too," George said, "Now git home to your family."

The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. "I'll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good."

"Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See ya the day after."

George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. "Where'd you come from? I thought you left?"

"I have been here. I have always been here," said the stranger. "You say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?"

"Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn't see what all the bother was. Puttin' up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin' cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same by myself and besides I was gettin' a little chubby."

The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder. "But you do celebrate the holiday, George.
You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry.
The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor.
The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists.
The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. "That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man."

George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. "And how do you know all this?" asked the old man.

"Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are done you will be with Martha again."

The stranger moved toward the door. "If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned."

George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room.

"You see, George ... it's My birthday. Merry Christmas."

George fell to his knees and replied, "Happy Birthday, Lord."