THE WOODEN TOILET SEAT

The train raced onward through the night, chugging power and a sense of purpose. Molly and Jack were stuck on the crossing. Molly died instantly but Jack lived another 23 years. He said he'd been quite attached to his legs but both had to be amputated below the knee.

It took Jack a long time to get over the death of Molly. They'd met via ConnectingSingles and used to banter with each other on the forums. Molly loved his wit and Jack loved the genuine open-hearted woman he gradually learned to love and cherish.

It also took Jack time to come to terms with the loss of his legs. He'd been a very active man and at school and University he engaged in a variety of sports. In his wheelchair he started playing basketball. This kept his mind off his problems and he loved the competition.

What was he going to do with his life? He decided to learn about financial investments as he had the time to take up this new hobby. He could learn about the subject on the internet. He invested some of his compensation and insurance payouts from the accident and gradually became very rich.

What could he do with the money? He decided to give some of the income to charities of his choice. He also gave money to people he met whom he knew were in distress.

One day he met a dear old lady sipping a cup of tea in a cafe. Her clothes were old and worn out. He befriended her. One day he asked her if there was anything she might need or want.

'Nothing' she said....'No, wait a minute. It's getting cold and my bum freezes on the plastic toilet seat when I go to the loo. I'd love a wooden toilet seat please.'

So Jack got her one.

THE END