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."

Bob Seele

Good judgment comes from experience, and a lot of that comes from bad
judgment...Will Rogers

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