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Cathlete
A very old man lay dying in his bed.
In death's doorway, 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 newspapers 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.
The aged and withered hand, shaking, made its way to a
cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a
spatula by his wife.
"Stay out of those," she said, "they're for the funeral."
In death's doorway, 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 newspapers 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.
The aged and withered hand, shaking, made its way to a
cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a
spatula by his wife.
"Stay out of those," she said, "they're for the funeral."
