Joe - 80 years old - lay in a hospital with his friend of 45 years sitting at his bedside. "Is that you, Ron, at my side again?" he whispered.
"Yes, Joe, it’s me," Ron answered.
Joe softly said to him, "Remember years ago on the wood cutting trip, when I almost got hit by that falling tree? You were with me then. You were with me when Teresa and I lost all of our animals in that horrible rabid bunny attack of 1985. And Ron, when Jesse crashed all of our vehicles in a 4 day period — you stuck by me then too."
Ron said, “Yeah, Joe, we’ve experienced all that stuff together.”
Joe sighed and said, "I tell you what, Ron. You are bad luck."
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