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Cookie Story
>
>
> A Sweet Irish Cookie Story
>
> An elderly Irishman lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies
of
> impending death, 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, gripping the
railing
> with both hands, he crawled downstairs. 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, for there,
spread
> out upon waxed paper 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
> Irish wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a
> happy man? Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards
> 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 bringing
> him back to life. 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......
>
> "Back off!" she said, "They're for the funeral."
Cookie Story
>
>
> A Sweet Irish Cookie Story
>
> An elderly Irishman lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies
of
> impending death, 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, gripping the
railing
> with both hands, he crawled downstairs. 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, for there,
spread
> out upon waxed paper 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
> Irish wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a
> happy man? Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards
> 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 bringing
> him back to life. 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......
>
> "Back off!" she said, "They're for the funeral."
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