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I just heard this one the other day and loved it: A small plane is flying from Los Angeles to New York, and the engine sputters and dies about halfway there. The pilot runs out, grabs a parachute, and opens the emergency door. “I'm sorry, there are only three parachutes left!” he yells as he jumps out. The four remaining passengers — a doctor, a professor, a priest, and a twelve-year-old boy — exchange nervous glances. “Obviously, I need to be saved," the doctor declares. "I heal people and have cured diseases. By taking one of the parachutes and surviving, I will go on to save countless lives." The doctor grabs a parachute and jumps out of the plane. “Well I am an esteemed academic," the professor says next. "I’ve won awards for my writings, and have spoken with world leaders on a number of topics. The President of the United States called me the smartest man alive. I must survive so my genius can live on and change the world.” The professor grabs a parachute and jumps out of the plane, leaving the priest and the boy to fight over the last parachute. “Son, I’ve lived a wonderful life," the priest tells the young boy. "I’ve seen the world and been to many places. I've been blessed to live a long and fruitful life. I only have a few years left, while you are young, with the rest of your life in front of you. I think you should take the last parachute.” The boy replies, “It'll be okay, Father. The smartest man alive just jumped out of the plane with my backpack." |
Re: QOTD: Tuesday 12 August 2025 · 08-13-25 1:50am 
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