For several months, the wife’s husband had been going in and out of a coma, but she had visited him in bed every day.
When he eventually awakened, he motioned for her to approach. He muttered, eyes streaming with sorrow, “You know what? You have supported me through all of my difficult times.
You were there for me when I lost my job.
You were there when my business failed.
You were right at my side when I was shot.
You remained here when we lost the house.
You remained at my side even as my health began to deteriorate.
“You know what?” he asked.
“What, dear?” She smiled and posed a gentle question as her heart grew warm.
“I think you’re bad luck.”
