A 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 through all 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 bad luck."
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"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit." - Aristotle