I stopped by our neighbor, Mrs. Kravitz's, house tonight. Remember her? She has a really good heart and at the same time she watches us with binoculars and calls to tell us what she sees?
Well, she hurt her foot.
I asked what happened?
"Well - you remember when Jack LaLanne died?"
I nod with a questioning expression.
"The day after he died, I woke up and I felt GREAT. My neck didn't hurt, my back didn't hurt, my ankle didn't hurt... I mean, I felt like a million bucks. So I figure Jack LaLanne had entered my body.
I had so much energy and I felt so good, that I jumped up and went downstairs - I did karate, I rode the exercise bike, I went out and did all the horse chores, I came back in and did more karate - rode the bike some more. I was going crazy!
Mr. Kravitz came home and I told him how great I felt and how much energy I had and how Jack LaLanne was residing in my body now.
Well, at about 8:00pm, he left.
I couldn't move. It was horrible.
My foot hurt so bad that I went to the orthopedic doctor and he told me I ripped all the tendons in the bottom of my foot that connect my toes to my foot."
I told her, " Mrs. Kravitz... don't let ANYONE else in your body. Only Mr. Kravitz can be in your body, o.k.?"
She replied glumly... "Yeah but that don't make me feel like a million dollars...."
Mr. Kravitz was standing there and he said - "HEY!"
And I said, "HEY!"
And then I left.
And no. I am not making that up. How in the world could I ever make something like that up? God love her and I love her along with all her craziness.