Long, long time ago, I heard this anecdote from my uncle. I never really appreciated the gist of it, until tonight.
One day, a young man, walking by the river, sees an old scruffy man dipping his dry, mouldy piece of bread in the muddy water, and thanking God.
“You are so poor and unfortunate,” the young man says, “what are you thanking God for!”
“Oh, I’m just testing his impudence!”
Tonight I’m that old, scruffy man!
’Twas the night before Nowruz! So much to look forward to! My granddaughters are having their first sleep-over in Cobourg! So much work had already been done; shopping, cooking, cleaning, ironing. Last but not least, laundry also needed to be done. Clean sheets for everyone! But, the washing machine decided to go crazy while I sat down to do my crossword puzzle.
Two centimetres of water sitting in three rooms and two bathrooms! Over five thousand dollars in damages. No insurance!
“Thank God,” I said to myself, after the workers left, leaving behind four huge fans, “thank god, it was only water and not fire!”
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