The young woman sat in her stalled car, waiting for help. Finally two men walked up to her.
“I’m out of gas,” she purred. “Could you push me to the gas station?”
The men readily put their muscles to the car and rolled it several blocks.
After a while, one looked up, exhausted, to see that they had just passed a filling station.
“How come you didn’t turn in?” he yelled.
“Oh, I never go there,” the girl shouted back. “They don’t have full service.”
Ending his sermon, a preacher announced that he would preach on Noah and the Ark on the following Sunday, and gave the scriptural reference for the congregation to read ahead of time.
"Your journey is not the same as mine, and my journey is not yours, but if you meet me on a certain path, may we encourage each other."
"If being hard on yourself worked, it would have worked by now."
I've long maintained that the distinction between "professionals" and "amateurs" is often very slight, often amounting to little more than that the former are paid and the latter are not. This is in no small measure because professional arrogance has been known to become intolerable if left unchecked.