It’s better to laugh than to cry.
Many years ago, when I was a college student, I took a job peddling mail during the Christmas holidays. One day, as I was passing out the mail, one of the recipients invited me to step into his house for a second or two in order to warm up. “You’ll do a much better job,” he said, “if you rest and warm up for a few minutes.” However, as soon as I entered, his wife approached with three tall glasses of port wine.
Not wanting to refuse their kindness, I accepted the offer and drank the wine. How I managed to distribute the rest of the mail to all the other homes along my route is due—I am convinced—to the grace of the almighty God. One of the stories, “The Mail Must Go Through,” will tell you what happened after I drank that tall glass of delicious port wine. As time went on, I began to add more stories, all of them humorous, with the simple purpose of stimulating the reader’s sense of humor. May you enjoy reading the stories as much as I enjoyed writing them.