80-year-old Gregory Smith stood on his front porch, dumbfounded. He pinched himself twice to ensure he wasn\u2019t dreaming and called out to his wife, Cynthia, as he stared at the contents of the envelope in his hand and then at the gleaming sports car in front of his house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s the matter with you, Gregory?\u201d Cynthia emerged from inside, drying her hands on a towel and frowning. \u201cI burnt the pancake because of you! If you don\u2019t know, we were down to our last packet of pancake mix! And you\u2019re just standing here? When are you planning on going to the grocery store?\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
80-year-old Gregory Smith stood on his front porch, dumbfounded. He pinched himself twice to ensure he wasn\u2019t dreaming and called out to his wife, Cynthia, as he stared at the contents of the envelope in his hand and then at the gleaming sports car in front of his house. \u201cWhat\u2019s the matter with you, Gregory?\u201d…<\/p>\n