IT'S A MONK'S LIFE

In an ancient monastery, a new monk arrived to dedicate his life to God
and to join the others copying ancient records. The first thing he
noticed was that they were copying by hand books that had already been
copied by hand.

He had to speak up. "Forgive me, Father Justinian, but copying other
copies by hand allows many chances for error. How do we know we aren't
copying someone else's mistakes? Are they ever checked against the
originals?"
Father Justinian was startled. No one had ever suggested that before.
"Well, that is a good point, my son. I will take one of these latest
books down to the vault and study it against its original document."

He went deep into the vault where no one else was allowed to enter and
started to study. The day passed, and it was getting late in the evening.

The monks were getting worried about Father Justinian. Finally the new monk
started making his way through the old vault, and as he began to think he
might get lost, he heard sobbing. "Father Justinian," he called.

The sobbing grew louder as he came closer. He finally found the old
priest sitting at a table with the new copy and the original ancient
book in front of him. It was obvious that Father Justinian had been
crying for a long time.
"What's wrong? What has distressed you so?" he asks Father Justinian.


"what's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong," sobs the father.
"The correct word is CELEBRATE!."

i guess the news finally got out.look whats going on in boston.