For all of you who ARE married, who WERE married, who WISH you were
married or even who wish you were NOT married, this is something to smile
The next time you see a bottle of wine, remember this story:
Sally was driving home from a business trip in
saw an elderly Navajo woman walking slowly along the side of the road.
Since the trip was a very long and quiet one, Sally wanted some company.
After all, the old w
from home herself.
Sally stopped the car and asked the old woman if she would like a ride.
With a silent nod, she got into the car.
Resuming the journey, Sally tried in vain to make a bit of small talk
with the woman.
As native Americans often will, the old woman stayed quiet and still.
The only indication that she was even participating in life at all was
the fact that she did look around intently at everything. In fact, she
studied every little detail.
Then she noticed a brown paper bag on the seat next to Sally.
“What in bag?” asked the old woman.
Sally looked down at the bag and said, “It’s a bottle of wine. I got it
for my husband.”
The old Navajo woman was silent for another moment or two.
Then, speaking with the confident wisdom of a tribal elder, she said