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

80% held up their hands. The Minister then repeated his question.
All responded this time, except one man, Walter Barnes.

"Mr. Barnes, are you not willing to forgive your enemies?"

"I don't have any," he replied gruffly.

"Mr. Barnes, that is very unusual. How old are you?"

"Ninety-eight," he replied. The congregation stood up and clapped
their hands.

"Oh, Mr. Barnes, 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 old man tottered down the aisle, stopped in front of the pulpit,
turned around, faced the congregation, and said simply, "I outlived
all them basterds," and he calmly returned to his seat.
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