Hakkuna Matata…

Keep It.
January 23, 2008, 11:27 am
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So today is day two of classes, even though, it’s only one, its a two hour class today. I’m looking forward to it though. Shouldn’t be to bad. Hopefully if you have started school already things are going good for you as well. Someone sent this to me yesterday, and it really encouraged me. Maybe you have already read it, maybe you haven’t, I know its long, but do me a favor and check it out. Its a good one. Off to class now. Have a great day.

 There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illnessand had been given three months to live. So as she was getting herthings “in order,” she contacted her pastor and had him come to herhouse to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told himwhich songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she wouldlike read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when theyoung 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 tosay.“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 there on out, I have always done so. I have also, always tried topass along its message to those I love and those who are in need ofencouragement.‘In all my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, Ialways remember that when the dishes of the main course were beingcleared, 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. Somethingwonderful, and with substance!’ So, I just want people to see me therein that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder “What’swith the fork?”. Then I want you to tell them: “Keep your fork .. thebest is yet to come.” The pastor’s eyes welled up with tears of joy ashe hugged the young woman good-bye.He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before herdeath. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp ofheaven than he did.She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many peopletwice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEWthat something better was coming.At the funeral people were walking by the young woman’s casket and theysaw the pretty dress she was wearing and the fork placed in her righthand. Over and over, the pastor heard the question “What’s with thefork?” And over and over he smiled.During his message, the pastor told the people of the conversation hehad with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told themabout the fork and about what it symbolized to her.The pastor told the people how he could not stop thinking about thefork and told them that they probably would not be able to stopthinking about it either.He was right.So the next time you reach down for your fork, let it remind you everso gently, that the best is yet to come.Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile andencourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word ofpraise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.Show your friends how much you care. Remember to always be there forthem, even when you need them more. For you never know when it may betheir time to “Keep your fork.”Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share. Being friendswith someone is not an opportunity but a sweet responsibility.


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Oh wow. I really like this babe. Hum… totally a lifter and a reminder.

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