Once upon a time, an old man lived alone in Minnesota. He needed to dig up his garden, but it was too heavy work for him. His only son, who usually helped him, was in prison.
The old man then wrote the following letter to his son complaining about the problem:
“Dear son, I am sad because it seems I won’t be able to plant my garden this year. I hate not being able to do it, because your mother loved the planting season after winter. But I am too old to dig. If you were here, I wouldn’t have this problem, but I know you can’t help me, as you are in prison. With love, dad.”
Shortly after, the old man received the following telegram:
“For God’s sake, dad, don’t dig up the garden! That’s where I buried the bodies!”
At four in the morning the next day, a dozen FBI agents and police officers showed up and dug the entire garden, finding no bodies. Confused, the old man wrote a letter to his son telling him what happened. This was the response:
“You can plant your garden now, dad. That’s the most I can do at the moment”.
Darta’s Hug
Today’s hug goes out to our colleague in the newsroom of Tribuna, reporter Maria Luiza Piccoli, our Malu, who is celebrating another year of life. Also blowing out candles today are Cristhiane Silva Pinto and Vanessa Battistini. Congratulations and best wishes!
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If you haven’t been a fool, felt angry, delayed your bills, or been close to giving someone a flying kick… You didn’t live 2018 right.
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Someone’s not happy!
