Fred was in the hospital, near death, so the family sent for
his pastor.
As the pastor stood beside the bed, Fred's frail condition
grew worse, and he motioned frantically for something to write
on.
The pastor lovingly handed him a pen and piece of paper, and
Fred used his last ounce of strength to scribble a note.
Then he died.
The pastor thought it best not to look at the note just then,
so he slipped it into his jacket pocket.
Several days later, at the funeral, the pastor delivered the
eulogy. He realized that he was wearing the same jacket that
he'd worn the day Fred died. "You know," he said, "ol Fred
handed me a note just before he died. I haven't read it, but
knowing Fred, I'm sure there's a word of inspiration there for
us all."
He unfolded the note and read aloud, "You're standing on my
oxygen tube!"
     
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