Answered prayer

 The Rabbi asked if anyone in the congregation would like to express praise
 for answered prayers. Suzie Silverstein stood and walked to the podium.
She said, "I have a praise. Two months ago, my husband, Mosh, had a
 terrible motorcycle accident and his scrotum was completely crushed. The
pain was excruciating and the doctors didn't know if they could help him."
 You could hear a muffled gasp from the men in the congregation as they
 imagine the pain that poor Mosh must have experienced.
 "Mosh was unable to hold me or the children," she went on, "and every move
 caused him terrible pain." We prayed as the doctors performed a delicate
 operation, and it turned out they were able to piece together the crushed
 remnants of Mosh's scrotum, and wrap wire around it to hold it in place."
 Again, the men in the congregation cringed and squirmed uncomfortably as
 they imagined the horrible surgery performed on Mosh.
 "Now," she announced in a quivering voice, "thank the Lord, Mosh is out of
 the hospital and the doctors say that with time, his scrotum should
 recover completely."
 All the men sighed with unified relief. The Rabbi rose and tentatively
 asked if anyone else had something to say. A man stood up and walked
 slowly to the podium.
 He said, "I'm Mosh Silverstein." The entire congregation held its breath.
 "I just want to tell my wife the word was not scrotum but  sternum."