Get some new ones A friend of mine was sitting in the doctor’s office waiting to be called back in. A young boy around 3 or 4 was actively moving about, going under the chairs, sitting on top of the tables, and just having a good time. His mother kept calling him down and was becoming quite exasperated in her efforts to keep him still. In frustration, she finally picked him up and set him in a chair in a no-nonsense fashion. The little boy began to cry, “My balls, you broke my balls!” He then reached in his pockets and pulled out some crushed Ping-Pong balls. An older gentleman sitting across the room came over and gave the little boy five dollars and said, “Here son, get you some new balls. You just made my day.” Sondra
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