Every Sunday a little old lady placed $1,000 in the collection plate. It went on for weeks until the priest, overcome with curiosity, approached her.
"My dear, I couldn't help but notice that you put $1,000 a week in the collection plate," he said.
"Why yes," she replied, "every week my son sends me money, and what I don't need I give to the church."
"That's wonderful. How much does he send you?" the priest asked. "He sends me $2,000 a week," she replied proudly.
"Your son is very successful," said the priest. "What does he do for a living?"
"He is a veterinarian," she answered. "That is a very honorable profession," the priest assured her.
"Where does he practice?"
"Well, she replied, "he has one cat house in Kansas City and another in New Orleans."
-------------------- "Being deeply learned and skilled, being well trained and using well spoken words; this is good luck."
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