Forgiveness

In his Sunday sermon, the preacher used "Forgive Your Enemies" as his
subject. After a long sermon, he asked how many were willing to
forgive their enemies. About half held up their hands.
Not satisfied, he harangued for another 20 minutes and repeated his
question. This time he received a response of about 80%. Still
unsatisfied, he lectured for another 15 minutes and repeated his
question. With all thoughts now on Sunday dinner, all responded except
one elderly lady in the rear.
"Mrs. Jones, are you not willing to forgive your enemies?"
"I don't have any."
"Mrs. Jones, that is very unusual. How old are you?"
"Ninety-three."
Pleased with her mild manner, he commented, "Mrs. Jones, come down in
front and tell the congregation how a person can live to be 93, and not
have an enemy in the world."
The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, slowly turned
around, to the microphone and said:
"All those bastards died years ago."