Two women were playing golf. One teed off and watched in horror as her ball headed
directly toward a foursome of men playing the next hole. The ball hit one of
the men. He immediately clasped his hands together at his groin, fell to the
ground and proceeded to roll around in agony. The woman rushed down to the
man, and immediately began to apologize. ”Please allow me to help.I’m a
Physical Therapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you’d allowme,”
she told him.
“Oh, no, I’ll be all right. I’ll be fine in a few
minutes,” the man replied. He was in obvious agony, lying in the fetal
position, still clasping his hands there at his groin. At her persistence,
however, he finally allowed her to help.
She gently took his hands away
and laid them to the side, loosened his pants and put her hands inside. She
administered tender and artful massage for several long moments and then
asked, “How does that feel?”
“Feels great,” he replied, “but I still
think my thumb’s broken.”
directly toward a foursome of men playing the next hole. The ball hit one of
the men. He immediately clasped his hands together at his groin, fell to the
ground and proceeded to roll around in agony. The woman rushed down to the
man, and immediately began to apologize. ”Please allow me to help.I’m a
Physical Therapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you’d allowme,”
she told him.
“Oh, no, I’ll be all right. I’ll be fine in a few
minutes,” the man replied. He was in obvious agony, lying in the fetal
position, still clasping his hands there at his groin. At her persistence,
however, he finally allowed her to help.
She gently took his hands away
and laid them to the side, loosened his pants and put her hands inside. She
administered tender and artful massage for several long moments and then
asked, “How does that feel?”
“Feels great,” he replied, “but I still
think my thumb’s broken.”
