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July 16th, 2001
Chocolate Chip Cookies
From Stan Headley, Scotland
An elderly man lay dying in his bed. In death's agony, he suddenly smelled
the aroma of his favourite 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.
Summoning up even greater effort forced himself to the top of the stairs, and
gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs. With his breath
rattling in his throat, he leaned against the door-frame and gazed into the kitchen.
Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven,
for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table, were literally
hundreds of his favourite 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 crumpled pose. Raising himself to the level of the table, he reached
out towards one of the delectable objects, his parched and cracked lips opening
to accept the miracle, the wondrous aroma of the cookie bringing him back to
life. Ah, one last moment of pleasure before the long journey into the infinite night.
The aged and withered hand trembled on its way to a cookie at the edge of the
table . . . when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife.
"Bugger off!" she said, "They're for the funeral." ~ Stan Headley, Scotland
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