Saturday, September 28, 2019

Fortieth Birthday

A young(ish) woman visited the Church office once, asking our secretary whether she could book one of our halls. She said she wanted to invite forty guests for her fortieth birthday. In keeping with this, she had forty balloons, forty pieces of cake, and so on. But she was fifty. OBSERVATION: Curiously, she announced to her guests: "This is my last birthday." And it was. I said: "Weren't they shocked?" Not at all, she said. She didn't know it then, but she had bone cancer. It was not the first time I came across such "prophecy".

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