Brewmaniac

A woman named Jill stood up at her church's Testimony Meeting one Sunday morning. She took the microphone from one of the church usher’s hands and bared her soul to the intrigued congregation:

"I want to tell you about the awful accident that my husband, Jim, has suffered this past month. He was riding his bike, lost control, ran off the highway and hit a tree. He was rushed to the hospital, and could have died, but thank the Lord, all he suffered was a broken scrotum."


The congregation gasped in horror. The men in the congregation were obviously uneasy and squirmed in their seats. She continued, "Jim has been in terrible pain all month since the accident. He has trouble breathing. He has trouble swallowing his food. He can hardly lift anything, he's in so much pain, and he has missed work because of it.


"He can't lift our children up to hold them and give them the personal love that they need. Worst of all, we can no longer cuddle and have intimate relations. He is in constant pain, a pain so terrible that our love life has all but slipped away into oblivion. I would like to ask you all in the congregation to pray for Jim, and pray for us, that his broken scrotum will soon heal and be as good as new."


A dull murmur erupted within the congregation as the full impact of this unusual accident sunk in and the men in the congregation were visibly shaken up with the thought that, "There, but for the grace of God, go I."


Then, as the murmuring settled down, a lone figure stood up in midst of the congregation, worked his way up to the pulpit, obviously in pain, adjusted the microphone to his liking, and then said to the congregation: "I'm Jim, and I have only one word for my wife, Jill.

The word is: STERNUM!

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