Lee Harker
Well-known member
An elderly Italian man lay dying in his bed. While
> > suffering the agonies
> > of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his
> > favorite
> > ravioli wafting up the stairs.
> >
> > He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from
> > the bed.
> >
> > Gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled
> > downstairs.
> >
> > When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he leaned against
> > the door
> > frame, gazing into the kitchen, where if 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 hundreds of his favorite
> > ravioli.
> >
> > ?
> >
> > Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his
> > wife of sixty
> > years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
> >
> > He threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in
> > a crumpled
> > posture.
> > His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the ravioli
> > was already
> > in his mouth.
> >
> > With a trembling hand he reached up to the edge of the
> > table, when
> > suddenly he was smacked with a wooden spoon by his wife.
> > 'Keepa U hands off!' she said.
> > 'Those are for the funeral.'
> >
>
> > suffering the agonies
> > of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his
> > favorite
> > ravioli wafting up the stairs.
> >
> > He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from
> > the bed.
> >
> > Gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled
> > downstairs.
> >
> > When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he leaned against
> > the door
> > frame, gazing into the kitchen, where if 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 hundreds of his favorite
> > ravioli.
> >
> > ?
> >
> > Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his
> > wife of sixty
> > years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
> >
> > He threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in
> > a crumpled
> > posture.
> > His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the ravioli
> > was already
> > in his mouth.
> >
> > With a trembling hand he reached up to the edge of the
> > table, when
> > suddenly he was smacked with a wooden spoon by his wife.
> > 'Keepa U hands off!' she said.
> > 'Those are for the funeral.'
> >
>