Toward the end of Sunday service,
the Minister asked,
' How many of you have forgiven your enemies? '
80% held up their hands.
The Minister then repeated his question.
All responded this time,
except one small elderly lady.
'Mrs. Neely?';
' Are you not willing to forgive your enemies?
I don't have any.
'She replied, smiling sweetly.
'Mrs. Neely, that is very unusual.
How old are you? '
'Ninety-eight, 'she replied.
The congregation stood up
and clapped their hands.
'Oh, Mrs. Neely, would you please come down in front & tell us all how a person can live ninety-eight years
& not have an enemy in the world? '
The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, faced the congregation, and said, ' I outlived the bitches. '