I ran into Jim at work yesterday.
He had been out for a few days with the flu.
I asked him how he was feeling.
“I’m better, thanks. You know, it was a wonderful experience,” he replied.
“Wonderful? How can the flu be wonderful?” I asked in stunned disbelief.
“Well, I learned that my wife really loves me.
You know that whenever the mailman came by or a delivery man headed toward the door, my wife ran out to meet them.
I could hear her excitedly saying, ‘My husband is home! My husband is home!'”