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>
>
> *
> Woman and a Fork** **
>
> There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and
> had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things 'in
> order,' she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss
> certain aspects of her final wishes.
>
> She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she
> would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.
>
> Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young
> woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.
>
> 'There's one more thing,' she said excitedly..
>
> 'What's that?' came the Pastor's reply.
>
> 'This is very important,' the young woman continued. 'I want to be buried
> with a fork in my right hand.'
>
> The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.
>
> That surprises you, doesn't it?' the young woman asked..
>
> 'Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request,' said the Pastor..
>
> The young woman explained. 'My grandmother once told me this story, and from
> that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love
> and those who are in need of encouragement.. In all my years of attending
> socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main
> course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep
> your fork.' It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was
> coming...like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie.. Something
> wonderful, and with substance!'
>
> So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand
> and I want them to wonder 'What's with the fork?' Then I want you to tell
> them: 'Keep your fork ..the best is yet to come.'
>
> The Pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman
> good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her
> before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp
> of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like
> than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge.
> She KNEW that something better was coming.
>
> At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and**
> **they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right
> hand..
> Over and over, the Pastor heard the question, 'What's with the fork?' And
> over and over he smiled.
>
> During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had
> with the young woman shortly before she died.. He also told them about the
> fork and about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could
> not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not
> be able to stop thinking about it either.
>
> He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind
> you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come. **Friends are a very rare
> jewel, Indeed.** **They make you smile and encourage you to succeed, cherish
> the time you have, and the memories you share .... **being friends with
> someone is not an opportunity, but a sweet responsibility. *
>
> Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND...and I'll bet this will
> be an email
> they do remember, every time they pick up a fork.! *
>
> And just remember...keep your fork!*
>
> *
> And have a great day!*
>
>
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