There was a middle aged guy who bought a brand new Mercedes convertible SLK. He took off down the road, flooring it up to 80 mph and enjoying the wind blowing through what little hair he had left on his head. "This is great," he thought and floored it some more. Then he looked in his rear view mirror and there was a Traffic policeman behind him, blue lights flashing and siren blaring. "I can get away from him with no problem" thought the man and he floored it some more and flew down the road at over 100 mph. Then he thought, "What am I doing? I'm too old for this kind of thing" and pulled over to the side of the road and waited for the copper to catch up with him. The copper pulled in behind the Mercedes and walked up to the man. "Sir," he said, looking at his watch. "My shift ends in 30 minutes and today is Friday the 13th. If you can give me a reason why you were speeding that I've never heard before, I'll let you go." The man looked back at the cop and said, "Last week my wife ran off with a policeman and I thought it might be you, bringing her back." The policeman replied, "Have a nice day".
Life is not measured by how many breaths we take but by the number of moments that take our breath away.