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> > > >
> > > >~~Keep Your Fork ~~
> There was a 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
> wanted to be buried in. The woman also requested to be buried with her
> favorite Bible. Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to
> when the 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 woman continued.  "I want to be buried
> with a fork in my right hand."
> The pastor stood looking at the woman, not knowing quite what to say.
> "That surprises you, doesn't it?" the woman asked.
> "Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said the pastor.
>  The woman explained.  "In all my years of attending church socials
> and potluck dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main
> course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say,
> 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
> is yet to come."
> The pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the 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 woman had a better grasp
> of heaven than he did.  She KNEW that something better was coming.  At the
> funeral people were walking by the woman's casket and they saw the
> pretty dress she was wearing another favorite Bible and the fork placed in
> 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 woman shortly before she died.  He also told them about the fork
> about what it symbolized to her.  The pastor told the people how he could
> 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
> reach down for your fork, let it remind you ever so gently, that the best
> 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.
> > > >Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND even if it means sending
> back to the person who sent it to you.
> > > >And keep your fork

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