The woman’s husband had been slipping in and out of a coma for several months, yet she stayed by his bedside every single day. One day, when he came to, he motioned for her to come closer.
As she sat by him, he whispered, his eyes full of tears, “You know what? You’ve been with me through all the bad times. When I got fired, you supported me. When my business failed, you were there. When I got shot, you stayed by my side. When we lost the house, you stayed right here. When my health started failing, you never left me. You know what?”
“What, dear?” she gently asked, smiling as her heart began to fill with warmth.
“I think you’re bad luck.”
