APainintheNeck

FormanyyearsEricHongworkedonafarm,butthenanunclediedandlefthimhisbusinessinthecity．Ericleftthefarmandwenttoworkinthecity．Forthefirsttimeinhislifehedressedlikeabusinessman．Hisunclehadbeenaboutthesamesize,soheworehisclothes．

ButcitylifewasnotgoodforEric,becauseafterafewdayshebegantogetverybadpainsinhisneck．Hehadneverhadpainsinhisneckbefore,andhewasquiteworried．

Eachdaythepainsgotworse．Finallyhewenttoadoctor．

Heundressedandthedoctorexaminedhim．Whentheexaminationwasover,thedoctortoldhimtositdown．

“I'vegotverybadnewsforyou,”hesaid．“You'vegotsixmonthstolive．Haveagoodtime．Enjoyyourselfwhileyoucan．”

Erictookthedoctor'sadvice．Hesoldhisuncle'sbusinessanddecidedtotravelaroundtheworld．Butfirsthehadtobuyhimselfsomeniceclothes,Hewenttothemostexpensivetailorinthecity．

“I'dlikeadozenofyourbestshirts,”hesaid．

“Certainly,sir,I'lltakeyourmeasurement．”ThetailormeasuredEricandwrotedownthemeasurements．

Ericsawthathehadwrittendownasize16neck．

“You'remadeamistake,”hetoldhim．“Mynecksizeis14．Allmyshirtsaresize14．”

“No,sir,”thetailorsaid．“Youmaybewearingasize14,butyourneckisasize16．Andifyoucontinuetowearasize14,soonerorlateryou'llgetbadpaininyourneck．”