Miss Beatrice, the church organist, was in her eighties
and had never been married. She was admired for her sweetness and
kindness to all. One afternoon the pastor came to call on her and sh e
showed him into her quaint sitting room. She invited him to have a seat
while she prepared tea. 
        As he sat facing her old Hammond organ, the young
minister noticed a cut-glass bowl sitting on top of it. The bowl was
filled with water, and in the water floated, of all things, a condom! 

        When she returned with tea and scones, they began to chat. 
     
        The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl
of water and its strange floater, but soon it got the better of him and
He could no longer resist. 
        "Miss Beatrice", he said, "I wonder if you would tell me
about this?" pointing to the bowl. 
        "Oh, yes," she replied, "Isn't it wonderful? I was
walking through the Park a few months ago and I found this little
package on the ground. The directions said to place it on the organ,
keep it wet and that it would prevent the spread of disease. Do you know
I haven't had the flu all winter." 
        


Ray Shahan 
Life is not a journey to the grave with the 
intention of arriving safely in a pretty and 
well preserved body, but rather to skid in 
broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, 
and loudly proclaiming: 
-- WOW!!! What a Ride



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