Ol' Fred had been a faithful Christian and was in the hospital,

near death. The family called their preacher to stand with them.

As the preacher stood next to the bed, Ol' Fred's condition

appeared to deteriorate and he motioned frantically for something

to write on.

The pastor lovingly handed him a pen and a piece of paper, and

Ol' Fred used his last bit of energy to scribble a note, then

suddenly died.

The preacher thought it best not to look at the note at that

time, so he placed it in his jacket pocket.

At the funeral, as he was finishing the message, he realized that

he was wearing the same jacket that he was wearing when Ol' Fred

died. He said, "You know, Ol' Fred handed me a note just before

he died. I haven't looked at it, but knowing Fred, I'm sure

there's a word of inspiration there for us all."

He opened the note, and read, "Please step to your left -- you're

standing on my oxygen tube!"

The only Stephentown on earth.
I don't mind Coming to work,
but that 8hr wait to go home is a bitch.
No matter how little I do,
I always feel I could do less.
"The only thing wrong with a perfect drive to work is that you
end up at work."
1990 Dodge B150