An old Italian gentleman lived alone in New Jersey. He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was a very difficult work, as the ground was very hard. His only son, Vincent, who used to helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:
Dear Vincent, I am feeling pretty sad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I am just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days. Love, Papa.
A few days later, he received a letter from his son:
Dear papa, don't dig up that garden. That is where the bodies are buried. Love, Vinnie.
At 4am the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day, the old man received another letter from his son:
Dear papa, go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances. Love you, Vinnie.
Okay so, I really "awwwww" out loud after reading this alone in my room. Really got so nice people exist?? :')
2 comments:
awwwww haha
hehe ^^V
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