Psychiatry students were in their Emotional Extremes class. "Let's set some parameters," the professor said. "What's the opposite of joy?" he asked one student.
"Sadness," he replied.
"The opposite of depression?" he asked another student.
"Elation," he replied.
"The opposite of woe?" the prof asked a young woman from Texas.
The Texan replied, "Sir, I believe that would be giddyup."
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My husband brought our three young
children down the long hall of the
maternity ward, pausing to let them
wave in each doorway at the new
mothers cuddling bundles. At my
room, he beckoned them in and
introduced them to their new brother.
Five-year-old Katrina gingerly fingered
the baby's thick red hair that the nurse
had brushed and oiled into a fat top curl.
She inspected his little feet, admired his
tiny ears, and planted kisses on his
dimpled elbow. But her coos stopped
short at his wrist.
Drawing back, she pointed at the
identification bracelet and frowned,
"Look, Mommy. They left the price tag on!"
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There were protesters on the trainplatform handing out pamphlets on
the evils of America. I politely declined
to take one. An elderly woman was
behind me getting off the escalator,
and a young female protester offered
her a pamphlet, which she politely
declined.
The young protester put her hand
on the old woman's shoulder as a
gesture of friendship and in a very
soft voice said, 'Lady, don't you care
about the children of Iraq?'
The old woman looked up at her and
said, 'Honey, my father died in France
during World War II, I lost my
husband in Korea and a son in Vietnam.
All three died so you could have the
right to stand here and badmouth our
country. If you touch me again, I'll
stick this umbrella up your butt and
open it!"
...GOD BLESS AMERICA
...GOD BLESS AMERICA
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