"A friend is one who strengthens you with prayers,
blesses you with love and encourages you with hope."
 Having reached the age of 65, I went to apply for Social Security last
week. After waiting in line for a very long time, I finally got to the
counter. The woman there asked me for my driver's license to verify my
age.
I looked in my pockets and realized, to my great dismay, that I had left
my wallet on the nightstand in my bedroom.
I told the lady that I was very sorry, but I seemed to have left my wallet at home. "I'll have to go get it and come back later," I said. At that point,
she said to me, "Unbutton your shirt."
I was confused, but I opened my shirt, revealing lots of curly
silver hair. She said, "That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for
me," and, with that, she promptly processed my application. When I got
home,
I couldn't wait to tell my wife about my experience at the Social Security
Office. She listened to the whole story and then said, "You should have
dropped your pants . . .. you might have gotten disability ,