They should have taken care of him when he was 5. Glad to hear he finally got some help just living day-to-day.
A Senior Moment
Several days ago as I left a meeting at our church, I desperately gave
myself a personal TSA pat down. I was looking for my keys. They were
not in my pockets. A quick search in the meeting room revealed
nothing. Suddenly I realized, I must have left them in the car.
Frantically I headed for the parking lot. My wife, Diane, has scolded
me many times for leaving the keys in the ignition. My theory is the
ignition is the best place not to lose them. Her theory is that the
car will be stolen. As I burst through the doors of the church, I
came to a terrifying conclusion. Her theory was right. The parking
lot was empty. I immediately called the police. I gave them my
location, confessed that I had left my keys in the car, and that it
had been stolen.
Then I made the most difficult call of all, “Honey,” I stammered. I
always call her “honey” in times like these. “I left my keys in the
car, and it has been stolen.”
There was a period of silence. I thought the call had been dropped,
but then I heard Diane’s voice, “Ken,” she barked, “I dropped you
off!”
Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, “Well, come and get me.”
Diane retorted, “I will, as soon as I convince this policeman I have
not stolen your car!”