| The new preacher, in his Sunday sermon, used "Forgive Your Enemies" as his subject. After a long sermon, he asked how many were willing to forgive their enemies. About half held up their hands. Not satisfied, he harangued for another twenty minutes and repeated his question. This received a response of eighty percent. Still unsatisfied, he lectured for fifteen minutes and repeated his question. With thoughts of Sunday dinner, all responded except one old gentleman in the rear. "Mr. McNeese, are you not willing to forgive your enemies?" "I don't have any." "Mr. McNeese, that is very unusual. How old are you?" "Eighty six." "Mr. McNeese, please come down in front and tell the congregation how a man can live to eighty six and not have an enemy in the world." The old man teetered down the aisle and slowly turned around. "It's easy. I just outlived the sons of bitches." | 
