Will Smith whose resounding crack echoed into all our living rooms, as it nearly broke Chris Rock’s jaw, finally repented. He said, he had betrayed the trust of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences and that his conduct was shocking, painful and inexcusable!

 “I am heartbroken!” he cried.

A resounding slap indeed. A punch heard all round the world. One that revealed not a broken jaw or black eye, but showed ever so clearly, that you can take a man off the streets, but you can’t take the streets out of the man.

Will Smith revealed himself: An ugly revelation!

Most of us go through life, thinking we are God’s gift to mankind or is it woman kind? We strut around, swagger and feel we are indispensable to home or company. “What would my family ever do without me?” we wonder, little realizing they could manage pretty well without us.

A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled in over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits.

People who come up to my garden wonder why I keep an old tire on which I’ve made a seat. Ah well, there’s a tale everywhere isn’t there? It happened some years ago, and I must say that watching your car going up in flames isn’t a pretty sight, and as my wife and I watched her car on fire that day, we felt a deep sense of sorrow. It had been a short circuit, and the flames we had battled had gone sky high.

Once while reaching out for the soap in the bathtub, I slipped and fell. My feet shot into the air and I fell with a thud on my back. I gingerly opened my eyes and found that except for a slightly bruised elbow, I was none the worse for the fall. I cautiously glanced around; I could have hit my head on the side of the tub, have blacked out or fallen over. I looked up and whispered a silent prayer to God, then suddenly felt ashamed: It had been a long while since I’d talked to Him.