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Toward the end of Sunday service, Rev. Monroe asked, "How many of you have forgiven your enemies?"

80% held up their hands.

Rev. Monroe then repeated his question. All responded this time, except one elderly lady.

"Viola? Are you not willing to forgive your enemies?"

"I don't have any..." she replied, smiling sweetly.

"That is very unusual, Viola. How old are you?"

"I'm ninety-eight." she replied.

"Viola dear, would you please come down in front and tell us all how a person can live ninety-eight years and not have an enemy in the world?"

The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, faced the entire congregation, and said, "I outlived the b!tches."
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