Sometimes you get lucky. Over the course of ones life you make many a friend. And over that same time, as circumstances and fate warrant, even the best of friends either loose track of each other…or just go their separate ways.
I am one of the lucky ones. A very good friend, a man I had the honor and privilege of serving with, and working for, while stationed/living in Texas, has been keeping in touch over the years. Just recently we updated our email addresses, and he sent me following. (And yes, I had heard it before, but it has been awhile. And it did bring a smile…so I thought it might do the same to any who happen to pop in here).
The burglar was creeping noiselessly through the darkened home, filling his bag with various valuables. As he reached his hand out to a box of jewelry, he heard a voice say, “Jesus is watching you.” Shaken, the burglar stopped. For a full minute he didn’t dare breathe. Finally, he switched on his flashlight and carefully played it around the room, but saw nothing. Convinced that it must have been his imagination, he turned off the flashlight and continued in his quest for another man’s wealth.
He was busily unhooking a stereo set when he again heard, “Jesus is watching you.” This time he nearly jumped out of his skin, he was so freaked out. Beads of sweat popped out on his face, and as he switched the light on again, the beam shook violently from his terror. He looked about the room, and noticed a birdcage in the corner. Upon closer inspection, he discovered a parrot in the cage.
“Are you the one that spoke to me just now?” asked the burglar. “Yes, I am,” said the parrot. “Why did you say ‘Jesus is watching you?'” asked the man. “Because I felt like you needed to be warned,” replied the parrot. By this time, the man was over his fright and was more than a little irritated at this smart mouthed parrot that had tried to scare him.
“What’s your name?” asked the burglar. “Moses,” the parrot said. “Hah,” the man said, guffawing. “What kind of people would name their parrot Moses?”
“The same kind of people that would name their Rottweiler Jesus,” replied the parrot.
Oh, and if you are ever in the Dallas Ft. Worth area and in need of some of the best NY style pizza outside of Brooklyn, go and check out:
617 W Marshall Dr
By the pizza or by the slice it’s outstanding!
And tell Howard I said “Hi!”