What is truth?

By Terry McMahon

Something remarkable happened in a small town yesterday. Something that won’t be reported. Something that meant nothing to anybody except one woman attending her husband’s funeral. On the way to the graveyard she asked the driver of the hearse to make a surprise stop outside a specific building and turn off the engine. The rest of the cortège had to stop too, blocking the road to all traffic, but immediately they understood, turned off their engines, and everybody sat in silence for a long time. Eventually the woman gave a dignified nod, the hearse driver started the engine, and they continued to the graveyard. That building was a bank and her husband committed suicide because of it.

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