Our church was grieving the loss of a dear old-sainted grandfather; we all called Kenny. My dad pastors our church.
Mother and Dad were comforting the family. My husband was a pallbearer, but I (the one with MS) was unable to attend in this 90 degree weather. Tears were falling everywhere at the cemetery.
A tiny petite woman went to my mother and asked during all this bereavement, "We heard your daughter was very sick, but we don't understand what's wrong with her." Now, trying to be silent and respectful, Mother tries to answer the lady's question.
The lady says in a seemingly loud voice, "Mercy! We heard she had a bad nervous breakdown!"
Poor Mother broke out into LAUGHTER! She told me later in many ways that I did have a "nervous breakdown!"
We are still laughing about that one today!
Mother and Dad were comforting the family. My husband was a pallbearer, but I (the one with MS) was unable to attend in this 90 degree weather. Tears were falling everywhere at the cemetery.
A tiny petite woman went to my mother and asked during all this bereavement, "We heard your daughter was very sick, but we don't understand what's wrong with her." Now, trying to be silent and respectful, Mother tries to answer the lady's question.
The lady says in a seemingly loud voice, "Mercy! We heard she had a bad nervous breakdown!"
Poor Mother broke out into LAUGHTER! She told me later in many ways that I did have a "nervous breakdown!"
We are still laughing about that one today!
"...the joy of the Lord is your (my) strength." Nehemiah 8:10
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