Another favorite story of mine happened maybe 5 or 6 years ago.
John was coming down a ladder from the hayloft of his barn
with his arms full of stuff. He figured he was on the last
step, so he turned to walk away. Well, he still had a couple
steps to go. He went sailing down and fell on the end of a
pipe sticking out of the ground. It hit him square in the chest.
When he got into the E.R. he was in good deal of pain. The nurse
began to take his information and figure out what had happened
to him. They first asked him his name. His answer was,

"My name is John Johnson,
I come from Wisconsin,
I make two dollars a day.
My girlfriend is Nellie,
she jumps on my belly
and takes my two dollars away.".

They called in the whole nursing staff and made him repeat it.
John loved people and loved to make them laugh, even while he
himself might have been suffering.

Post by JerryVan August 3, 2015, in the thread
"Re: Passing of John Johnson, Fowerville Michigan" on the
talkingmachine.info forum.


See here: https://forum.talkingmachine.info/viewtopic.php?t=22589