toward the end of sunday service, the minister asked,  ‘how many of you have forgiven your  enemies?’

80%  held up their hands.

the  minister then repeated his question.

all  responded this time, except one small elderly lady.

‘mrs. neely?’; ‘are you not willing to forgive your enemies?’

‘i don’t have any.’  she replied, smiling sweetly.

‘mrs. neely, that is very unusual.  how old are you?’

‘ninety-eight.’  she replied.

‘oh, mrs. neely, would you please come down in front & tell us all how a person can live  ninety-eight years & not have an enemy in  the world?’ 

the little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, faced the congregation, and said:

 ‘i’ve outlived the  bitches.’