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This is something to think about when negative people are doing their best
to rain on your parade.





A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a
trip to Rome with her husband. She mentioned the trip to the
hairdresser, who responded,"Rome ? Why would anyone want to go
there? It's crowd ed and dirty. You're crazy to go to Rome .
So, how are you getting there?"





"We're taking Continental," was the reply. "We got a great
rate!"





"Continental?" exclaimed the hairdresser. "That's a terrible
airline.

Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and
they're always late. So, where are you staying in Rome ?"





"We'll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome 's Tiber
River called Teste."





"Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks
it's gonna be something special and exclusive, but it's really
a dump, the worst hotel in the city! The rooms are small, the
service is surly, and they are overpriced. So, whatcha' doing
when you get there?"





"We're going to go to see the Vatican and we hope to see the
Pope."





; > "That's rich," laughed the hairdresser. "You and a million
other people are trying to see him. He'll look the size of an
ant. Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You're going
to need it."





A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo. The
hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome .





"It was wonderful," explained the woman,"Not only were we on
time in one of Continental's brand new planes, but it was over
booked and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine
were wonderful, and I had a handsome 28-year-old steward who
waited on me hand and foot. And the hotel was great! They'd
just finished a $5 million remodelling job and now it's a
jewel, the finest hotel in the city. They, too were over
booked, so they apologized and gave us their owner's suite at
no extra ch arge!"





"Well," muttered the hairdresser, "that's all well and good,
but I know you didn't get to see the Pope."





"Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we toured the
Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder, and explained
that the Pope likes to meet some of the visitors, and if I'd be
so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the Pope
would personally greet me. Sure enough, five minutes later,
the Pope walked through the door and shook my hand, I knelt
down, and he spoke a few words to me."





"Oh, really! What'd he say?"





"Where'd you get the crappy hairdo?"
 
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