“I have gone astray like a lost sheep” (Psalm 119:176).
An eighty-five-year-old man was sitting on a park bench crying. A passerby who noticed the tears running down the man’s cheeks stopped to see if he could be of any help. “I don’t mean to intrude,” he said, “but is there anything I can do to relieve your distress. Is anything wrong at home?” The eighty-five-year-old man replied, between sobs, “No, everything is fine there. I have a big beautiful house. I have two new cars and a swimming pool, and I have a thirty-five-year-old wife who is a superb cook, treats me like a king, and loves me madly.” “Then why in heaven’s name are you crying?” asked the passerby. To which the old man replied, “I can’t remember where I live.”
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