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Abie, a somewhat shy and retiring gentleman who lives a bit southwest,
sent this one that he describes: "The best story of the year doesn't give
the proper praise and credit for this painful but understandable story as
told by a loving wife..."

Tom's Scro-tum - The Best Story of the Year

The pastor asked if anyone in the congregation would like to express praise
for answered prayers. Suzie Smith stood and walked to the podium.

She said, "I have a praise. Two months ago, my husband, Tom, had a terrible
bicycle wreck and his scro-tum was completely crushed. His pain was really
excruciating and the doctors didn't know if they could help him."

You could hear a muffled gasp from the men in the congregation as they all
imagine the pain that poor Tom must have experienced.

"Tom was unable to hold me or the children," she went on, "and every move
caused him terrible pain." We all prayed as the doctors performed a delicate
operation, and it turned out they were able to piece together the crushed
remnants of Tom's scro-tum, and wrap wire around it to hold it in place."

Again, the men in the congregation cringed and squirmed uncomfortably as
they all imagined the horrible surgery performed on Tom.

"Now," she announced in a quivering voice, "thank the Lord, Tom is out of
the hospital and the doctors say that with time, his scro-tum should recover
completely."

All the men sighed with unified relief. The pastor rose and tentatively asked
if anyone else had something to say.

A man stood up and walked slowly to the podium.

He said, "I'm Tom Smith."

The entire congregation held its breath.

"I just want to tell my wife the word is sternum."
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