Silas Caldwell accidentally killed his best friend, Larry Slusher, on June 21, 1998. Both men had been drinking when Larry, put a beer can on top of his head and told Silas to shoot the can. Silas missed the can and hit his friend.
A woman was trying to get ketchup to come out of the jar. During her
struggle, the phone rang so she asked her four-year-old daughter to answer it. “It’s
the minister, Mommy,” the child said to her mother. Then she added, “Mommy
can’t come to the phone right now. She’s hitting the bottle.”
The National Highway Traffic Safety Administration estimates that over 17
million Americans drive while they are drunk at least once a
year. That figure is about the same as:
1. The amount
of students enrolled in higher education (18 million)
2. 1 in 18 Americans
3. 1 in 5 drivers
Source: National Survey of Drinking and Driving Attitudes and Behaviors, NHTSA, August 2010
An elderly couple was beginning to forget little things around the house.
They were afraid that this could be dangerous, as one of them may forget to turn off the stove and thus cause a fire. So, they decided to go see
their physician to get some help. Their physician told them that many people
their age find it useful to write themselves little notes as reminders.
My twelve-year-old daughter asked me, “Mom, do you have a baby picture of yourself? I need it for a school project.”
I
gave her one without thinking to ask what the project was. A few days
later I was in her classroom for a parent-teacher meeting when I noticed
my face pinned to a mural the students had created. The title of their
project was “The oldest thing in my house.”
An elderly man was at home, dying in bed. He smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookies baking. He
wanted one last cookie before he died.
He fell out of bed, crawled to the landing, rolled down the stairs, and
crawled into the kitchen where his wife was busily baking cookies. With waning strength he crawled to the table and was just barely able to
lift his arm to the cookie sheet. As he grasped a warm, moist, chocolate chip cookie—his favorite kind—his
wife suddenly whacked his hand with a spatula.
In reference to old age, Bob Hope would say, “My ankles creak, my knees
crack, my ears ring, and my stomach gurgles. I’m not getting older, I’m getting
noisier.”
One woman who was struggling with the reality of
her age, asked a friend, “I don’t think I look 40-years-old, do you?” Her
friend answered, “No, but you used to!”
