25-10-2007, 06:06am
A man had lost one of his arms. One day he had enough.
He decided to commit suicide. He got on an elevator and went to the
top of a building to jump off.
He was standing on the ledge looking down and saw this
man skipping along, whistling and kicking up his heels. He looked
closer and saw this man didn't have any arms at all.
He started thinking, what am I doing up here feeling
sorry for myself, I still have one good arm to do things with. There goes
a man with no arms skipping down the sidewalk happy and going on with
his life.
He hurried down and caught the man with no arms. He told
him how glad he was to see him because he had lost one of his arms and
felt ugly and useless and was going to kill himself. He thanked him
again for saving his life and he knew he could make it with one arm if
that man could go on with no arms.
The man with no arms began dancing and kicking up his
heels again.
He asked, "Why are you so happy anyway?"
He said, "I'm NOT happy .... My arse is itchy."
He decided to commit suicide. He got on an elevator and went to the
top of a building to jump off.
He was standing on the ledge looking down and saw this
man skipping along, whistling and kicking up his heels. He looked
closer and saw this man didn't have any arms at all.
He started thinking, what am I doing up here feeling
sorry for myself, I still have one good arm to do things with. There goes
a man with no arms skipping down the sidewalk happy and going on with
his life.
He hurried down and caught the man with no arms. He told
him how glad he was to see him because he had lost one of his arms and
felt ugly and useless and was going to kill himself. He thanked him
again for saving his life and he knew he could make it with one arm if
that man could go on with no arms.
The man with no arms began dancing and kicking up his
heels again.
He asked, "Why are you so happy anyway?"
He said, "I'm NOT happy .... My arse is itchy."