A young monk was in Crisis, for young monks are always in crisis....it goes with the terror and surrounding landscapes. Having on numerous occasions tried to talk to his wife he found that he simply could not make a dent in what he found to be her reprehensible behavior. He loved his wife and it troubled him greatly to see her going down a dark path "So what's your major malfunction asked the old abbot," The story poured out of the monk without any further coaxing. "Every time I wish to give something to those who are poorer than a married monk My wife carries on for days about throwing good money away on useless people!" The Abbot told the monk to go about his day and that he would take care of this As the monks wife was sweeping up and out the door she looked up to see an old man glaring at her obviously very angry. Before she could speak the Abbott thrust a gnarled and twisted fist in her face so that it was all she could see, "What is this" he yelled at her!"What is this!! Shaken she sputtered out "It's a deformity!" Then the Abbott flatted his hand holding his fingers ridged, his palm unyielding as a brick and again thrust it into her face. "And what is this" he shouted at her!"and "What is this" he bellowed shaking from his head to his feet "Another type of deformity" she weeped, her continence suddenly that of a child in bereavement The Abbott smiled at her and gently nodding his head came foreword until their two foreheads just met ,He whispered a hurried prayer and then was off to buy 50 pounds of rice. The monk's wife never again complained of her husband's generously. But instead sent her very best wishes with every penny.