This is something to think about when

negative people are doing their
Best to rain on your parade.  So remember

this story the next time
someone who knows nothing and cares less

tries to make your life miserable.


A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her

 hair styled for a trip to
Romewith her husband.  She mentioned

the trip to the hairdresser, who
responded, " Rome?,

Why would anyone want to go there?

It's crowded and
dirty. You're crazy to go to Rome.  So,

how are you getting there?"


We're taking Continental," was the reply.

"We got a great rate!"


"Continental?" exclaimed the hairdresser.  

"That's a terrible airline.
Their planes are old, their flight attendants

are ugly, and they're
always late.  So, where are you staying in Rome ?"


"We'll be at this exclusive little place over

on Rome 's Tiber River called Teste."


"Don't go any further.  I know that place.  Everybody thinks it's gonna
be something special and exclusive, but

it's really a dump, the worst
hotel in the city!  The rooms are small,

the service is surly, and
they'reoverpriced.  So, whatcha' doing

when you get there?"


"We're going to go to see the Vaticanand

we hope to see the Pope."


"That's rich," laughed the hairdresser.  

"You and a million other
people trying to see him.  He'll look the

size of an ant.  Boy, good luck on
this lousy trip of yours.  You're going to

need it."


A month later, the woman again came in

for a hairdo.  The hairdresser
asked her about her trip to Rome .


"It was wonderful," explained the woman,

"not only were we on time in
one of Continental's brand new planes,  but

it was overbooked and they
bumped us up to first class.  The food and

 wine were wonderful, and I
had a handsome 28-year-old steward who

 waited on me hand and foot.   And the
hotel was great!   They'd just finished a

$5 million remodeling job and
now it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the city.  

They, too, were
overbooked, so they apologized and gave

us their owner's suite at no
extra charge!"


"Well," muttered the hairdresser, "that's

all well and good, but I know
you didn't get to see the Pope."


"Actually, we were quite lucky, because

as we toured the Vatican , a
Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder,

and explained that the Pope likes to
meet some of the visitors, and if I'd

be so kind as to step into his private
room and wait, the Pope would personally

greet me.  Sure enough, five
minutes later, the Pope walked through the

door and shook my hand! I
knelt down and he spoke a few words to me."


"Oh, really! What'd he say?"


He said, "Where'd you get the sh**** hairdo?



Give me a sense of humor, Lord,
Give me the grace to see a joke,
To get some humor out of life,
And pass it on to other folk.