“Our end was near our days were numbered” (Lamentations 4:18).
A little boy in summer camp went to the infirmary complaining of a cold. The nurse said to him, “I’ll give you a Tylenol and you’ll feel much better. By the way, you have a fine record. You’ve never been sick before and this is your thirty-fourth day here.” Later, the boy wrote home: “Dear Mom and Dad, today I got sick and guess what! The nurse said my days are numbered.”
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