02-25-2006, 06:50 AM
Sperm count
An 85-year-old man went to his doctor's office to get a sperm count.
The doctor gave the man a jar and said, "Take this jar home and bring
back a semen sample tomorrow."
The next day the 85-year-old man reappeared at the doctor's office and
gave him the jar, which was as clean and empty as on the previous day.
The doctor asked what happened and the man explained:
Well, doc, it's like this - First I tried with my right hand, but
nothing. Then I tried with my left hand, but still nothing. Then I
asked my wife for help. She tried with her right hand, then her left,
still nothing. She tried with her mouth, first with the teeth in, then
with her teeth out, and still nothing.
We even called up Arleen, the lady next door and she tried too, first
with both hands, then an armpit and she even tried squeezing it between
her knees, but still nothing."
The doctor was shocked! "You asked your neighbor?"
The old man replied, "Yep. None of us could get the jar open.
An 85-year-old man went to his doctor's office to get a sperm count.
The doctor gave the man a jar and said, "Take this jar home and bring
back a semen sample tomorrow."
The next day the 85-year-old man reappeared at the doctor's office and
gave him the jar, which was as clean and empty as on the previous day.
The doctor asked what happened and the man explained:
Well, doc, it's like this - First I tried with my right hand, but
nothing. Then I tried with my left hand, but still nothing. Then I
asked my wife for help. She tried with her right hand, then her left,
still nothing. She tried with her mouth, first with the teeth in, then
with her teeth out, and still nothing.
We even called up Arleen, the lady next door and she tried too, first
with both hands, then an armpit and she even tried squeezing it between
her knees, but still nothing."
The doctor was shocked! "You asked your neighbor?"
The old man replied, "Yep. None of us could get the jar open.
I realise that I have a past to break with--an accumulation of inertia, wrong, foolishness, rot, junk. A great need of clarification, of mindfulness, or rather, of no mind. A need to return to genuine practice, right effort. Need to push on the great doubt. Need for the spirit. Hang on to the clear light.
Thomas Merton
