11 December 2012
Mark had been in and out of a coma, His faithful wife was named Alma. She stayed by his side day and night, She thought everything would turn out right.
One night he came to and called her over to his side, The look on his face made Alma start to cry, He said, "My darling you were with me all along, But I've started to think that something is wrong.
You were there when I got fired, With you I never again got hired, You were with me when I was charged with tax evasion, And with me when my leg was broken.
With me when my business went bankrupt, Beside me when I was accused of being corrupt, Now my health is failing, so you know what?"
"What? Please, please tell me what!" Alma said, As she sobbed and cried by the hospital bed. Saying with his last breath, lying in the bed which he was stuck, "Honey, I'm beginning to think that you are bad luck."
Bad Luck • Opuss № I