WHAT DO WOMAN REALLY WANT

Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, if after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death.

The question?...What do women really want? Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, and to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end.

He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: the princess, the priests, the wise men and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer.

Many people advised him to consult the old witch, for only she would have the answer.

But the price would be high; as the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.

The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to her price first.

The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table and Arthur's closest friend!

Young Arthur was horrified. She was hunchbacked and hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life.

He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden; but Lancelot, learning of the proposal, spoke with Arthur

He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life and the preservation of the Round Table.

Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered Arthur's question thus:

What a woman really wants, she answered....is to be in charge of her own life.

Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that Arthur's life would be spared.

And so it was, the neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom and Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding.

The honeymoon hour approached and Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom. But, what a sight awaited him. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed. The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened

The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, she would henceforth, be her horrible deformed self only half the time and the beautiful maiden the other half.

Which would he prefer? Beautiful during the day....or night?

Lancelot pondered the predicament. During the day, a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch? Or, would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day, but by night, a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous intimate moments?

What would YOU do?

What Lancelot chose is below.


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Noble Lancelot said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself.

Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time because he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.

Now....what is the moral to this story?
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The moral is..... If you don't let a woman have her own way....

Things are going to get ugly

WISH YOU ENOUGH

Wishing you Enough!

Recently   I overheard a Father and daughter in their last moments  together at the airport. They had announced the departure of her  plane.

Standing near the security gate, they hugged and  the Father said, 'I love you, and I wish you  enough.'

The daughter replied,  'Dad, our life together has  been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish   you enough, too, Dad.' 

They  kissed and the daughter left. The  Father walked over to the window where I was seated.  Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I tried  not to intrude on his privacy, but he  welcomed me in by  asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would  be forever?'

'Yes, I have,' I replied.  'Forgive me  for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?'.

'I am  old, and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead  and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my  funeral,' he said.

'When you  were saying good-bye,  I heard you say, 'I wish  you enough.' May I ask what  that means?'

He began to smile. 'That's a wish   that has been handed down from other generations. My  parents used to say it to everyone...' He paused a moment and  looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and he smiled  even more. 'When we said, 'I wish you  enough,' we were  wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough  good things to sustain them.' Then turning toward me, he shared  the following as if he were reciting it from memory.

I  wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how  gray the day may appear.
I   wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.

I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive  and everlasting.

I wish you enough pain so that even the  smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.

I wish you  enough  gain to satisfy your wanting.  
   
I  wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.

I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final  good-bye. 
He  then began to cry and walked away.

They say it takes a  minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them; but then an entire  life to forget them. 

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TAKE   TIME TO LIVE.... 

To  all my friends and loved ones, 
 I   WISH YOU  ENOUGH.

CONFUSION