Billy Brown decided it was time to buy a new house,
so he decided to sell his old house and put the matter in a real estate agent’s hands.
The agent wrote up a sales blurb for the house that made wonderful reading. After Billy read it, he turned to the agent and asked, “Does my house have everything your ad says it does?”
The agent said, “It certainly does. Why do you ask?”
Billy replied, “Cancel the sale. It’s exactly what I’m looking for!”
A big, burly man knocked on the door of the pastor’s house one day
and asked to see the minister’s wife, a woman known for her charity work and her love for the poor and helpless.
The woman opened the door and saw the man had tears streaming down his face.
“Oh, whatever is the matter?” she cried out.
“I come to you today, dear woman, for the purposes of doing charity and good work,” said the man in a hopeless voice.
“Come in, come in!” The woman admitted him inside and they sat in her living room.
“Madam,” said the man in a broken voice, “I wish to draw your attention to the terrible plight of a poor family in this district. The father is dead, the mother is too ill to work, and the nine children are starving. They are about to be turned into the cold, empty streets unless someone pays their rent, which amounts to $400.”
“How terrible!” exclaimed the preacher’s wife. “May I ask who you are?”
The sympathetic visitor applied his handkerchief to his eyes.
“I’m the landlord,” he sobbed.
