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<blockquote data-quote="Mikey" data-source="post: 96104" data-attributes="member: 3579"><p>Me too, BBK. And thank you for your prayers - that means a lot to us right now.</p><p></p><p>As far as "hitting bottom" goes, wife keeps saying that DMUS ("da Man UpStairs") keeps giving McWeedy hint after hint that he needs to change, and that this is simply the latest (and most drastic) hint so far. To that, I reply with a cajun joke:</p><p></p><p><strong><em>An old cajun widower had been living in the same house for 40 years when the sherriff came and told him to evacuate. "There's a hurricane coming, and we expect a flood - you need to leave now, while you can".</em></strong></p><p><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>"Sorry, Deputy, but I'm not leaving - God will take care of me".</em></strong></p><p><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>The hurricane hits, and water now surrounds the old cajun's house. The deputy comes back in a big 4x4, and asks the man again to evacuate. "No thank you, Deputy", he responds from his porch. "God has watched over this house for 40 years, and I'll trust him to watch over me now.". Shaking his head, the deputy leaves.</em></strong></p><p><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>Now the hurricane is blowing pretty good, and the waters have risen to the point where the old cajun has been chased up to the second floor of his house. The Deputy comes back again, this time in a boat, begging the man to evacuate. Again, the old cajun sends him away with the affirmation that God will protect him.</em></strong></p><p><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>Finally, the waters have chased him to the top of the chimney stack on his roof, and the old man is holding on for dear life in hurricane winds. Beyond belief, the Deputy comes back in a rescue helicopter for one last try. "No, Deputy, I have faith in God, and if he won't save me, then it must be my time". Just after that, he was blown into the water and drowned.</em></strong></p><p><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>When the old cajun arrived at the Pearly Gates, he angrily asked St. Peter what was the fastest way to God's throne. He wanted to have a "word or two" with God for failing him and allowing him to die when he was so faithful. </em></strong></p><p><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>St. Peter, sadly, just shook his head. "Faith?" said the saint. "Yes, you were a faithful son and follower, and as a reward the Master sent someone with a car, a truck, a boat, and a helicopter to try and save your life, but you turned them away."</em></strong></p><p><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>"Now, Mr, Goudeaux, what exactly did you want to discuss with God?"</em></strong></p><p></p><p>Funniness aside, just how many clues and chances does one have to tie to bricks and throw at your head before you start to <em>see them</em> as clues? So far, McWeedy just thinks he's either the luckiest, smartest, or trickiest person that ever lived.</p><p></p><p>But I've met the prosecutor, and he's seen hundreds of McWeedys. Methinks that trickiness and cleverness will get Sir Pots-a-Lot nowhere with this fellow.</p><p></p><p>And I thank God for that.</p><p></p><p>Mikey</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Mikey, post: 96104, member: 3579"] Me too, BBK. And thank you for your prayers - that means a lot to us right now. As far as "hitting bottom" goes, wife keeps saying that DMUS ("da Man UpStairs") keeps giving McWeedy hint after hint that he needs to change, and that this is simply the latest (and most drastic) hint so far. To that, I reply with a cajun joke: [B][I]An old cajun widower had been living in the same house for 40 years when the sherriff came and told him to evacuate. "There's a hurricane coming, and we expect a flood - you need to leave now, while you can". "Sorry, Deputy, but I'm not leaving - God will take care of me". The hurricane hits, and water now surrounds the old cajun's house. The deputy comes back in a big 4x4, and asks the man again to evacuate. "No thank you, Deputy", he responds from his porch. "God has watched over this house for 40 years, and I'll trust him to watch over me now.". Shaking his head, the deputy leaves. Now the hurricane is blowing pretty good, and the waters have risen to the point where the old cajun has been chased up to the second floor of his house. The Deputy comes back again, this time in a boat, begging the man to evacuate. Again, the old cajun sends him away with the affirmation that God will protect him. Finally, the waters have chased him to the top of the chimney stack on his roof, and the old man is holding on for dear life in hurricane winds. Beyond belief, the Deputy comes back in a rescue helicopter for one last try. "No, Deputy, I have faith in God, and if he won't save me, then it must be my time". Just after that, he was blown into the water and drowned. When the old cajun arrived at the Pearly Gates, he angrily asked St. Peter what was the fastest way to God's throne. He wanted to have a "word or two" with God for failing him and allowing him to die when he was so faithful. St. Peter, sadly, just shook his head. "Faith?" said the saint. "Yes, you were a faithful son and follower, and as a reward the Master sent someone with a car, a truck, a boat, and a helicopter to try and save your life, but you turned them away." "Now, Mr, Goudeaux, what exactly did you want to discuss with God?"[/I][/B] Funniness aside, just how many clues and chances does one have to tie to bricks and throw at your head before you start to [I]see them[/I] as clues? So far, McWeedy just thinks he's either the luckiest, smartest, or trickiest person that ever lived. But I've met the prosecutor, and he's seen hundreds of McWeedys. Methinks that trickiness and cleverness will get Sir Pots-a-Lot nowhere with this fellow. And I thank God for that. Mikey [/QUOTE]
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