Our golfer's drive lands on an anthill. Rather than move the ball, he decided to hit it where it lies. He gigs it a mighty swing. Clouds of dirt and sand and ants exploded from the spot. Everything but the golf ball. It sits in the same spot. So he lined up and tried another shot. Clouds of dirt and sand and ants went flying again. The golf ball didn't even wiggle. Two ants survived. One dazed ant said to the other, "Whoa! What are we going to do?" "I don't know about you, but I'm going to hop on the ball."
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A couple, desperate to conceive a child, went to their priest and asked him to pray for them. "I'm going on a sabbatical to Rome," he replied, "and while I'm there, I'll light a candle for you." When the priest returned three years later, he went to the couple's house and found the wife pregnant, busily attending to two sets of twins. Elated, the priest asked her where her husband was so that he could congratulate him.
"He's gone to Rome, to blow that candle out" came the harried reply.
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