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>>
>>A 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 wo! man 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...li! ke 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 y! et to come.
>>Friends are a
>> very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage
>>you to
>> succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise,
>>and they always
>> want to open their hearts to us.
>>
>> Show your friends how much you care. Remember to always be
>>there for
>> them, even when you need them more. For you never know
>>when it may
>> be their time to "Keep their fork."
>>
>> 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 even if
>> it means sending back to the person who sent it to you.
>>
>> And keep your fork
>>
>>
>>A 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 wo! man 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...li! ke 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 y! et to come.
>>Friends are a
>> very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage
>>you to
>> succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise,
>>and they always
>> want to open their hearts to us.
>>
>> Show your friends how much you care. Remember to always be
>>there for
>> them, even when you need them more. For you never know
>>when it may
>> be their time to "Keep their fork."
>>
>> 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 even if
>> it means sending back to the person who sent it to you.
>>
>> And keep your fork
>>
>>
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