Your first Easter emailA man is driving along a highway and sees a rabbitjump out across the middle of the road.He swerves to avoid hitting it, but unfortunately therabbit jumps right in front of the car.
The driver, a sensitive man as well as an animallover, pulls over and gets out to see
what has become of the rabbit.
Much to his dismay, the rabbit isthe Easter Bunny, and he is DEAD .
The driver feels so awfulthat he begins to cry.
A beautiful blonde woman driving down the highway
sees a man crying on the side of the road
and pulls over.
She steps out of the car and asks the man
what's wrong.
"I feel terrible," ! he explains,
"I accidentally hit the Easter Bunny with my car and KILLED HIM."
The blonde says,"Don't worry."She runs to her car and pulls out a spray can.
She walks over to the limp, dead Easter Bunny,
bends down, and sprays the contents onto him.
The Easter Bunny jumps up, waves its paw at thetwo of them and hops off down the road.
Ten feet away he stops, turns around and wavesagain, he hops down the road another 10 feet,
turns and waves, hops another ten feet,
turns and waves, and repeats this again and againand again and again, until he hops out of sight.The man is astonished.
He runs over to the woman and demands,"What is in that can?
What did you spray on the Easter Bunny ?"
The woman turns the can around
so that the man can read the label.
It says..
(Are you ready for this?)
(You know you're gonna be sorry)(Last chance)
(OK, here it is)It says,"Hair Spray
Restores life to dead hair,
and adds Permanent Wave."Happy Easter!! !
Twice this week, I have watched an elderly individual, fade into the busy life in which we all live. One man just needed Panadol for his wife but the shop assistant simply said it’s in ‘6’. But he struggled to navigate the supermarket and as I watched him go in the wrong direction, I left all my groceries and took him where he needed to go. Today, I watched an elderly man struggle in the heat, who had obviously had a fall with a huge scrape and blood on his leg. He walked past people in the cafe, while he slowly made his way to his car. Not one person stopped. Or looked. Or acknowledged him. I took him to his car and checked he was ok. He told me he had a fall and wasn’t sure how the air con worked in his car so he just didn’t use it. I sat with him, until his air con kicked in and heard him talk about the old frail body that he is in, that fails him now, every single day. When you see an elderly person walking down the street, searching in the supermarket or struggling to their car, ...
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