Bell Ringer

There once was a man and his family that lived in a little old
village. One day he was driving along and was hit by a
semi-truck. All of his family was killed and he was severely
injured. Because of his injuries and the time it took, he was
fired from his job.


Seeing the bad shape he was in, a group of monks decided to take
him in. They gave him the job of ringing the bell.


One Sunday, while the man was ringing the bell, the rope
snapped. He was so worried about his job that he ran up the
three flights of stairs. Upon reaching the top, he began to hit
the bell with his fists, but it didn't work. So he began to ring
the bell with his head. It made a loud, grand ringing sound.
Unfortunately, the man became dizzy and fell down the bell tower
to his death.


Later that day the police arrived. All of the monks were out to
help answer any question they could. "Does anyone know this
man's name?" asked on of the police officers. One of the monks
turned to him and said, "I don't know his name, but his face
sure rings a bell."