Found this on another forum:
A woman named Jill stood up at her church's Testimony Meeting, or as some
churches call it, "Cry Sunday", one Sunday morning, took the microphone
from one of the church ushers, and bared her soul to the enrapt
congregation:
"I want to tell you about the awful accident that my husband, Jim, has
suffered this past month. He was riding his bike, lost control, ran off the
highway and hit a tree. He was rushed to the hospital, and could have died,
but thank the Lord, all he suffered was a broken scrotum."
The congregation gasped in horror. The men in the congregation were
obviously uneasy and writhed in their seats.
"Jim has been in terrible pain all month since the accident. He has trouble
breathing. He has trouble swallowing his food. He can hardly lift
anything, he's in so much
pain, and he has missed work because of it. He
can't lift our children up to hold them and give them the personal love that
they need. Worst of all, we can no longer cuddle and have intimate
relations. He is in constant pain, a pain so terrible that our love life
has all but slipped away into oblivion. I would like to ask you all in the
congregation to pray for Jim, and pray for us, that his broken scrotum will
soon heal and be as good as new."
A dull murmur erupted within the congregation as the full impact of this
terrible accident sunk in, and the men in the congregation were visibly
shaken up with the thought that, "there but for the grace of God go I."
Then, as the murmuring settled down, a lone figure stood up in midst of the
congregation, worked his way up to the pulpit, obviously in pain, adjusted
the microphone to his liking, then leaned over and said to the
congregation:
"My name is Jim, and I have only one word for my wife, Jill. That word is:
STERNUM
A woman named Jill stood up at her church's Testimony Meeting, or as some
churches call it, "Cry Sunday", one Sunday morning, took the microphone
from one of the church ushers, and bared her soul to the enrapt
congregation:
"I want to tell you about the awful accident that my husband, Jim, has
suffered this past month. He was riding his bike, lost control, ran off the
highway and hit a tree. He was rushed to the hospital, and could have died,
but thank the Lord, all he suffered was a broken scrotum."
The congregation gasped in horror. The men in the congregation were
obviously uneasy and writhed in their seats.
"Jim has been in terrible pain all month since the accident. He has trouble
breathing. He has trouble swallowing his food. He can hardly lift
anything, he's in so much
pain, and he has missed work because of it. He
can't lift our children up to hold them and give them the personal love that
they need. Worst of all, we can no longer cuddle and have intimate
relations. He is in constant pain, a pain so terrible that our love life
has all but slipped away into oblivion. I would like to ask you all in the
congregation to pray for Jim, and pray for us, that his broken scrotum will
soon heal and be as good as new."
A dull murmur erupted within the congregation as the full impact of this
terrible accident sunk in, and the men in the congregation were visibly
shaken up with the thought that, "there but for the grace of God go I."
Then, as the murmuring settled down, a lone figure stood up in midst of the
congregation, worked his way up to the pulpit, obviously in pain, adjusted
the microphone to his liking, then leaned over and said to the
congregation:
"My name is Jim, and I have only one word for my wife, Jill. That word is:
STERNUM
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