Susie's husband had been slipping in and out of a coma for several
months. Things looked grim, but she was by his bedside every single
day. One day as he slipped back into consciousness, he motioned for
her to come close to him. She pulled the chair close to the bed and
leaned her ear close to be able to hear him.*
*"You know" he whispered, his eyes filling with tears, "you have been
with me through all the bad times. When I got fired, you stuck right
beside me. When my business went under, there you were. When we lost
the house, you were there. When I got shot, you stuck with me. When my
health started failing, you were still by my side. "And you know
what?"*
*"What, dear?" she asked gently, smiling to herself.*
*"I think you're bad luck."*
months. Things looked grim, but she was by his bedside every single
day. One day as he slipped back into consciousness, he motioned for
her to come close to him. She pulled the chair close to the bed and
leaned her ear close to be able to hear him.*
*"You know" he whispered, his eyes filling with tears, "you have been
with me through all the bad times. When I got fired, you stuck right
beside me. When my business went under, there you were. When we lost
the house, you were there. When I got shot, you stuck with me. When my
health started failing, you were still by my side. "And you know
what?"*
*"What, dear?" she asked gently, smiling to herself.*
*"I think you're bad luck."*
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