James
is walking on a downtown street one day, and he happens to see his old high school
friend, Harry, a little way up ahead.
“Harry, Harry, how are you?”
he greets his old buddy after getting his attention.
“Not so good,” says Harry.
“Why, what happened?” James
queries.
“Well,” Harry says, “I just
went bankrupt and I’ve still got to feed my family. I don’t know what I’m going
to do.”
“Could have been worse,”
James replies calmly. “Could have been worse.”
A month or so later, James
again encounters Harry, in a restaurant. “And how are things now?” he asks.
“Terrible!” says Harry. “Our
house burned down last night.”
“Could have been worse,” says
James, again with total aplomb, and goes about his business.
A month later, James runs
into Harry a third time. “Well, how goes it?” he inquires.
“Oh!” says Harry. “Things
just get worse and worse. It’s one tragedy after another! Now my wife has left
me!”
Harry nods his head and gives
his usual optimistic-seeming little smile, accompanied by his usual words:
“Could’ve been worse.”
This time, Harry grabs James
by the shoulders.
“Wait a minute!” he says.
“I’m not gonna let you off so easy this time. Three times in the past few
months we’ve run into one another, and every time I’ve told you the latest
disaster in my life. Every time you say the same thing: ‘Could have been worse.’
This time, for God’s sake, Harry, I want you to tell me: how in Heaven’s name
could it have been any worse?”
James smiles at him: “Could
have happened to me.”
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