June 07, 2011
xx-- Chocolate Chip Cookies -- >>
An elderly man lay dying in his bed. In death's agony, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookies wafting up the stairs.
He gathered his remaining strength and lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom and
with even greater effort, forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands. With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame,
gazing into the kitchen.
Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in Heaven. There, spread out upon racks on the kitchen table and counters,
were literally hundreds of his favorite chocolate chip cookies.
Was it Heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man? Mustering one great final
effort, he threw himself toward the table, landing on his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the cookie was
already in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life.
"Stay out of those," she said. "They're for the funeral."
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