There was a man who lost one of his arms in an accident. 
He became very depressed because he loved to play golf.  One day in
his despair, he decided to commit suicide.

He got on an elevator and went to the top of a building to
jump off.
He was standing on the ledge looking down and saw this man
down on the sidewalk skipping along, whooping and kicking up his
heels.  He looked closer and saw that this man didn't have any arms at all.

He started thinking, "What am I doing up here feeling sorry for 
myself? I still have one good arm to do things with." He thought
"There goes a man with no arms skipping down the sidewalk
so happy, and going on with his life."

He hurried down to the sidewalk and caught up with the man with no
arms. He told him how glad he was to see him because he
lost one of his arms and felt useless and was going to kill himself.
He thanked him for saving his life and said he knew he could make it
with one arm if the guy could go on with no arms.

The man with no arms began dancing and whooping and kicking up his
heels again. He asked, "Why are you so happy anyway?"  He said, "I'm
NOT happy. My balls itch."

Heart-warming stories like this just make me want to cry...

Aussie Paul.