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Keep that Fork! I want to share this beautiful story that pass on to me by a friend. Hope you enjoy it and have a nice weekend everyone!  ------------------------------------------------------------------ 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 t he 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. 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 your fork." Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share. Being friends with someone is not an opportunity but a sweet responsibility. |
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10/31/2008 8:51 pm |
Who knows what is on people's minds, I would have never rationalized this idea, but I'm sure that I have some thought processes which are rather unique and different also, I think we all do. This was a very nice short story. May I suggest a must read story to you, probably have to visit your library for this one. It is by Anton Checkov and is called "The Bet" I think you will like this story. By the way, that was a nice song, I hope I did well for you. "What if..... you could have taken both roads..... where would you be now?"
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""You know, sometimes a lover wanting to show how deep their commitment is may say, "I love you as much as I did on the first day..."" Ohh, would that be nice to hear from a lover DVinci? Hayyz! I could only dream something like that in the future  or wish upon the star!
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Goan , sweetheart, please...think positive!
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That`s nice Mahal, Well, not in vain effort though, had a positive effect in the faculty, who knows? even to the students. I remember when I was young girl, I always see an old painting at the entrance of the class room, right direct for the eye to see as you open the door. On it it says "It is only by forgetting yourself that you can draw near to God". I always read but I don`t understand what it meant, only after when I get connected with christian people were I able to grasp the meaning of it. And then it stucked in my brain like part of childhood memory  Thank you Mahal, and wish you immidiate recovery. More hugs for you! 
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"Grace, a very nice story, indeed! But what do we suppose to see for we customarily use chopsticks for our meals? " Why not? he,he,he,heHmm, "Q",I heard something like a similar story about keeping a chinese bowl? sounds like it`s equivalent but im not so sure anymore, have you heard about it? Have a wonderful weekend, dearest "Q"!
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"May I suggest a must read story to you, probably have to visit your library for this one. It is by Anton Checkov and is called "The Bet" I think you will like this story."" WhenISeeU .Thank you, I will surely look for it. Yes, Many thanks again for the song it`s still lingering in my heartWish you lots of smile as you continue to have fun here, pleasure to have you also
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Hi Grace, really nice.... thanks for sharing. so thoughtful of you to post this story... this weekend. and take care,salsa , your welcome , thanks for dropping by, hope you enjoy your weekend
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Hmmm, this is nice Bing. Keep that attitude
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11/7/2008 4:22 am |
Hey big sis, You can bury me in a Y shaped coffin with a smile on my face and I will be happy. 3 cowboys get caught by the red indians and each are tied up against a totem pole. Chief goes to first and says "hmm pale face what is your last request?" the first cowboy says "whiskey" and the chief calls for his best fire water, the first cowboy drinks the whole bottle in one go. Chief said "ok now go skin him and make canoe!" The second cowboy is asked for his last request and he says "sex and a post coital cigarillo ". The chief calls for his finest woman and the cowboy is escorted to a nearby tent. 15 minutes later he appears with a big smile and a cloud of smoke. "Right" said the chief, "take him away and skin him to make canoe!"The third cowboy is asked for his last request. "Well" he said in a thick Irish accent, "I'll be having Gracie's Silver Fork so I will!". The Chief was amazed because he had just read this blog too, but said ok "finest cutlery" and a large silver fork was produced. The chief wondered if he was waiting for 'The Best To Come'. When to everyones amazement the Irish cowboy starts to stab himself hard all over with the fork. The chief holds his hands up and calls a stop to the Irishman's madness but he carries on. The Chief asks the now wincing and bleeding but still ferociously stabbing Irishman "why you do that as last request?" The Irishman through gritted teeth staccatoed by stabs hisses "If ya think your gonna make a canoe out of me then you'll be sinking!"
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Awww Lacey, that`s horrible, you naughty girl Nope, that`s not a purpose of this fork, in that case, no request granted 
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