We have small apartments, but we eat at a central cafeteria. One morning, my dear friend Al didn’t show up for breakfast, so I went upstairs and knocked on his door to see if everything was OK. I could hear him through the door, and he said that he was running late and would be down shortly so I went back to the dining room.

An hour later he still hadn’t arrived, so I went looking for him and found him and on the stairs. He was coming down the stairs but was having a difficult time. He had a death grip on the hand rail and seemed to have trouble getting his legs to work right. I told him I was going to call an ambulance but he told me no, he wasn’t in any pain and just wanted to have his breakfast. I helped him the rest of the way down the stairs to the cafeteria and he had his breakfast.

When he tried to go back to his apartment, he was unable to even get up from his chair, so I told Al I was calling for an ambulance. A couple of hours later, I called my son and he took me to the hospital to see how my dear friend Al was doing.

When we entered his room Al looked cheerful and when I asked what they found to be his problem…he said he was fine, he just had both of his legs in one leg of his boxer shorts.

Don’t laugh, your turn is coming……..

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