
Spirit of complaining
One morning an old Cherokee Indian was talking with his grandson. Actually, his grandson was complaining about “life”. “Oh, my grandson!” – said the old
One morning an old Cherokee Indian was talking with his grandson. Actually, his grandson was complaining about “life”. “Oh, my grandson!” – said the old
Casiano says in his “Collationes” (Conferences) that there was a man of proven patience in Alexandria, whom the pagans sometimes used to insult and provoke
Once an old woman was at the gate in the airport waiting for her flight. She had bought a bag of cookies and a book.