> > >> > 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 withboth 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 on napkins on the kitchen table 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 ringing him back to life. The aged and withered hand, shaking, made >its way to a cookie at the edge of the table when his wife suddenly smacked him >with a spatula. "Stay out of those" she said, "they're for the funeral." > _______ To unsubscribe, send "unsubscribe rangernet" to [EMAIL PROTECTED] or visit http://rangernet.org/subscribe.htm http://rangernet.org Autoresponder: [EMAIL PROTECTED]
