All held up their hands except one small elderly lady.
"Mrs. Jones? Are you not willing to forgive your enemies?"
"I don't have any," she replied, smiling sweetly.
"Mrs. Jones, that is very unusual. How
old are you?"
"Oh, Mrs. Jones, would you please come down in front and tell us all how a person can live one hundred years and not have a single enemy in the world?"
The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, faced the congregation, and said: "I outlived every one of the bitches."