I was very pregnant, and it was rotten luck when, several days before my due date, my husband fell from the porch roof, sprained both ankles and was restricted to crutches. So when I went into labor and he couldn't drive, I took the wheel, stopping every time I had a contraction.

Finally, we got to the hospital. I dropped him at the maternity entrance, and he hobbled off to the admitting desk, where the nurse told him to go to the emergency room.

No, it's my wife," he told her. "She's in Labor."

"Where is she?" the nurse asked.

"She's parking the car and bringing in the bags."

Received from Pastor Tim.

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