My son, the veterinarian…

One Sunday, in counting the money in the weekly offering, the pastor of a small Florida church found a pink envelope containing $1000.00.  It happened again the next week and the week after that.  Deciding that the next time he would watch carefully as the plate was passed around, he saw a little old lady put the distinctive pink envelope in the plate.  This went on for some weeks more until the pastor, overcome by curiosity, approached her.

“Ma’am, I couldn’t help but notice that you put $1,000 a week in the collection plate, every single week.” he stated.

“Why yes,” she replied, “my son sends me money, and I give some of it to the church.”

The pastor replied, “That’s wonderful, how much does he send you?”

The old lady said, “$10,000 a week.”

The pastor was amazed. “Your son is very successful. What does he do for a living?”

“He is a veterinarian,” she answered. “He says he absolutely loves what he does because he’s able to make others really happy most of the time.”

“That certainly is a most honorable profession,” the pastor said. “Where does your son practice?”

The old lady said proudly, “Why, out in Nevada.  He has two cat houses in Las Vegas and another one in Reno.”

via email from Martha Clark, Sun, 24 Sep 2006 05:53:07 -0700