There was a case in one
hospital's Intensive Care ward where
patients always died in the same bed, on Sunday morning, at about 11 A.M.,
regardless of their medical condition. This puzzled the doctors
and some even thought that it had something to do with the supernatural.
No one could solve the
mystery as to why the deaths occurred around 11
A.M. on Sundays.
So a Worldwide team of experts was assembled to investigate the
cause of the incidents. The next Sunday morning, a few minutes before 11
A.M., all doctors and nurses nervously wait outside the ward to see for
themselves what the terrible phenomenon was all about. Some were holding
wooden crosses, prayer books and other holy objects to ward off the evil
Just when the clock struck 11:00... Pookie Johnson, The part-time
Sunday sweeper, entered the ward and unplugged the life support system
so that he could use the vacuum cleaner.
Still Having a Bad Day?
The average cost of rehabilitating a seal after the Exxon Valdez
oil spill in Alaska was $80,000. At a special ceremony, two of the most
expensively saved animals were being released back into the wild amid cheers
and applause from onlookers. A minute later, in full view, a killer
whale ate them both.
Still think you are having a bad day?
A woman came home to find her husband in the kitchen shaking
frantically, almost in a dancing frenzy, with some kind of wire running from
his waist towards the electric kettle. Intending to jolt him away from the
deadly current, she whacked him with a handy plank of wood, breaking his
arm in two places. Up to that moment, he had been happily listening to
his Sony Walkman.
STILL think you're having a bad day?
Two animal rights protesters were protesting the cruelty of
sending pigs to a slaughterhouse in Bonn, Germany. Suddenly, all two thousand
pigs broke loose and escaped through a broken fence, stampeding madly. The
two hopeless protesters were trampled to death.
What?! STILL having a bad day?
Iraqi terrorist Khay Rahnajet didn't pay enough postage on a
It came back with "return to sender" stamped on it. Forgetting it
was the bomb, he opened it and was blown to bits.
There now, feeling better?
To the world, you may
just be somebody...but to somebody, you may be the world.
Bill Wilson, Metro Ministries