| Garden Party Part II, The Work of Weeding So, I said to Anwar Sadat the other day, "How's your garden?" And he said, "Them dirty sons-of-bitches!" "Who are you talking about?" I asked him. "My neighbors, that's who!" he declared. "Well, what'd they do that's got you all flustered?" I inquired. "They went and pulled all the weeds in my garden. Said that their weed-pulling was just what I deserved, after all the work I did on Earth trying to promote peace and accord!" he muttered. "I thought that there wouldn't be any weeds in heaven," I said with a puzzled look on my face. He explained, "There's always work to be done no matter where you live. Otherwise, you don't grow; you won't change or grow spiritually if you don't meet the challenges of life and instead become stagnant and die." "Oh," I said. "So, what're you gonna do about your neighbors?" "The only thing I can do," he declared. "Move!" |