A couple of young boys were fishing at their special pond off the beaten track. All of a sudden, the Game Warden jumped out of the bushes. Immediately, one of the boys threw his rod down and started running through the woods. The Game Warden was hot on his heels. After about a half mile, the young man stopped and stooped over with his hands on his thighs to catch his breath, so the Game Warden finally caught up to him.
"Let's see your fishin' license!" the Warden gasped.
With that, the boy pulled out his wallet and gave the Game Warden a valid fishing license.
"Well, son,” said the Game Warden. "You must be about as dumb as a box of rocks! You don't have to run from me if you have a valid license!"
"Yes, sir,” replied the young guy. "But my friend back there, well, he don't have one."
Out bicycling one day with my eight-year-old granddaughter, Carolyn, I got a little wistful.
"In ten years," I began, "you'll want to be with your friends and you won't go walking, biking, and swimming with me like you do now."
Carolyn shrugged, "That's okay, because in ten years you'll be too old to do all those things anyway."
My flight is getting ready to be pushed back from the gate when I get tapped on the shoulder from a lady sitting behind me.
"We are so blessed today, we have a Latter Day Saint's Missionary on Board," she says, "and no plane has ever crashed with an LDS Missionary on board."
I turn to her and say," Ma'am, we're doubly blessed today because no flight has ever crashed with me on board either!"