There was once a man and woman who had been married for more than 60 years.
They had shared everything. They had talked about everything.
They kept no secrets from each other except that the old woman had a shoe
box in the top of her closet that she cautioned her husband never to open
or ask her about.
For all of these years, he had never thought about the box.
One day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would
not recover. In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took
down the shoe box and took it to his wife's bedside. She agreed that it
was time that he should know what was in the box. When he opened it, he
found two crocheted doilies and a stack of money totaling $25,000. He asked
her about the contents.
"When we were to be married, " she said, "my grandmother told me the secret
of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got
angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doily."
The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two
precious doilies were in the box. She had only been angry with him two
times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with
happiness. "Honey," he said "that explains the doilies, but what about all
of this money? Where did it come from?" "Oh," she said, "that's the money
I made from selling doilies."
They had shared everything. They had talked about everything.
They kept no secrets from each other except that the old woman had a shoe
box in the top of her closet that she cautioned her husband never to open
or ask her about.
For all of these years, he had never thought about the box.
One day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would
not recover. In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took
down the shoe box and took it to his wife's bedside. She agreed that it
was time that he should know what was in the box. When he opened it, he
found two crocheted doilies and a stack of money totaling $25,000. He asked
her about the contents.
"When we were to be married, " she said, "my grandmother told me the secret
of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got
angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doily."
The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two
precious doilies were in the box. She had only been angry with him two
times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with
happiness. "Honey," he said "that explains the doilies, but what about all
of this money? Where did it come from?" "Oh," she said, "that's the money
I made from selling doilies."
