The preacher’s theme for his Sunday sermon was “Forgive Your Enemies.” 

He questioned how many people were prepared to forgive their adversaries after a lengthy sermon. 

Approximately half of the people raised their hands. 

He harrassed for another twenty minutes and reiterated his inquiry. 

This time, he obtained an 80 percent response rate. 

He lectured for another 15 minutes and reiterated his inquiry, still dissatisfied. 

Except for one old lady in the back, everyone reacted with their opinions at the Sunday meal. 

“Mrs. Jones, are you unwilling to forgive your adversaries?” 

“I don’t have any.” 

“Mrs. Jones, that is really unique. 

“What age are you?” 

“Ninety three.” 

“Mrs. Jones, please come down in front and tell the congregation how a person can live to be ninety-three and not have an enemy in the world.” 

The tiny sweetie of a lady tottered down the aisle, turned around slowly, and remarked, “It’s easy; I just outlived the bitches.”