Used To Sharing Everything
He ordered only one hamburger, only one order of French fries and only one drink. The old man unwrapped the plain hamburger, carefully cut it in half, and placed one-half in front of his wife.
He then carefully counted out the French fries, dividing them into two piles and neatly placed one pile in front of his wife. Then he put the drink cup on the table, exactly half-way between him and his wife.
As the man began to eat his fries a young man came to the table. He politely offered to buy another meal for the old couple. The old man said they were just fine — “We are used to sharing everything,” he said simply.
The surrounding people noticed the little old lady hadn’t eaten a bite. She sat there watching her husband eat.
Again the young man came over and begged them to let him buy another meal for them. This time, it was the old woman who said, “No, thank you, we are used to sharing everything.”
As the old man finished and was wiping his face neatly with the napkin, the young man yet again came over to the little old lady who had yet to eat a single bite of food and asked, “OK, but what is it you are waiting for?”
She paused a bit before she answered, as if it were quite obvious, “the teeth!”
His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.
He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.
He has published several books about his adventures.
For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.
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