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Beware Bogus Prayers

     When it rains it pours, I hate clichés, but it applies here. He needed surgery, and the doctor who operated on him, screwed it up. He was left limping. Man, the dude had a case, two of them in fact. It seemed his prayers were answered. But, unfortunately for him, the guy in the Mercedes was living on the fringe. He could barely afford his car payments, and had the bare minimum insurance coverage.

     “Good news, bad news Whitey,” his lawyer said to him one day.

     “Gimme da bad foist.

     “Forget the Mercedes, there’s no money there. But we do have the doctors, and this hospital by the balls, Whitey.” He said so, smiling, as he rubbed his hands together.

     Indeed, there wasn’t any money in the reckless driver, but they had the doctors, and the hospital. They were the ones that screwed him up. So he lay in bed salivating, thinking about all the money he was going to get. His lawyer assured him they were going to get big bucks from the doctors, and the hospital. They had a case.

     But fate had other plans. A month before going to trial, his surgeon, and some pals went duck hunting. While out in the swamps, one very early, clammy, cloudy, morning…

     “Kapow…pow!”

    The surgeon was dead, shot by a drunken hunter. Whitey had a case, but he needed the doctor’s testimony, and without that testimony they couldn’t go to trial. As far as I know the case is still open. He never collected, and the city is taking care of him until his case is resolved. He can’t work, because if works, he has to pay the city back. The case will never be resolved because the main witness is dead. My pal can barely afford to pay for his cigarettes, he’s in a state near depression, and to deal with it, he smokes more than ever. Be careful what you wish for indeed.