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A Sunday school teacher was telling her pupils the importance of making others happy. “Now, children,” she said, “Has any one of you ever made someone else glad?” You know, glad, happy. “Please, teacher,” said a small boy, “I made someone glad yesterday.” “Well done. Who was that?” “My grandma.” “Good boy. Now tell us how you made your grandma glad.” “Teacher, I went to see her yesterday and stayed with her three hours. Then I said to her, ‘Grandma, I’m going home,’ and she said, ‘Well, I’m glad.’”
It was the first day of school. As the principal did his patrols, he heard a terrible commotion coming from one of the classrooms. He rushed in and spotted one boy, bigger and taller than all the others, who seemed to be making the most noise. He seized the lad, dragged him into the hall, and told him to wait there until he was excused. Returning to the classroom, the principal restored order and lectured the class for half an hour about the importance of good behavior. And he said, “Now, are there any questions?” One girl stood up shyly and said, “Please, sir, may we have our teacher back?”
A friend walked in and asked why he was so unhappy. The weeping one said, “The doctor has just told me I would have to take these tablets for the rest of my life.” The friend cheerfully pointed out that many people have to take tablets every day of their life. So, the weeping man replied, “Sure, sure, but he only gave me ten.”
