Tyrone was his teacher’s cross to bear. Because of his stupidity and clumsiness, his teacher was always yelling at him, “You’re driving me crazy, Tyrone!”
One day Tyrone’s mother came to school to check on how he was doing. The teacher told his mother honestly, that her son was simply a disaster, getting very low marks, and that she had never seen such a lazy, stupid boy in her entire teaching career. The mom was so shocked at this feedback that she withdrew her son from school and moved out of Calgary, relocating to Edmonton.
25 years later, the teacher was diagnosed with an almost incurable cardiac disease. All the doctors strongly advised her to have open heart surgery, which only one surgeon at the Edmonton clinic could perform. Left with no other options, the teacher decided to have the operation, which was indeed successful.
When she opened her eyes after the surgery she saw a handsome young doctor smiling down at her. She wanted to thank him, but could not talk. Suddenly, her face started to turn blue. She raised her hand, trying to tell him something but quickly died.
The doctor was shocked, wondering what went wrong so suddenly.
Then he turned around and saw our friend Tyrone, a janitor in the clinic, who had unplugged the life-support equipment in order to connect his vacuum cleaner.
(If you were actually thinking Tyrone had become a heart surgeon, there is a high likelihood that you’re contemplating voting Liberal or NDP this Fall.)
