The woman's husband had been slipping in and out of a coma for
several months, yet she had stayed by his bedside every single day. One
day, when he came to, he motioned for her to come nearer. As she sat by
him, he whispered, eyes full of tears, "You know what? You have been
with me all through the bad times. When I got fired, you were there to
support me. When my business failed, you were there. When I got shot,
you were by my side. When we lost the house, you stayed right here.
When my health started failing, you were still by my side. You know
what?"
"What dear?" She gently asked, smiling as her heart began to fill with warmth.
"I think you're the bad luck."
