Mulla was on the pulpit at the mosque, looking out at a massive crowd waiting for his sermon. But his mind went completely blank. Finally, he said, "Folks, you all know how experienced I am at preaching, but today, for the life of me, I can't think of a single thing to say." His son, sitting in the front row, stood up and yelled, "Dad, can't you even think of getting down?!" The crowd burst out laughing, and Mulla looked up to the heavens. "Thank God you gave me such a brilliant son." He stepped down immediately.