
Posted by Dori on 12/22/2006, 9:22 pm, in reply to "THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME KNOW" --Previous Message--
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: THIS SITE DORI. MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND HERE IS A
: SMILE FOR ALL OF YOU A SWEET STORY ABOUT ITALIAN
: COOKIES...
:
: This is for all the Italians out there, and those who
: are lucky
: enough to be married to an Italian, and even to all
: the friends
: of Italians.
:
: An elderly Italian man lay dying in his bed. While
: suffering the
: agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the
: aroma of his
: favorite Italian anisette sprinkle cookies wafting up
: the stairs. Gathering his remaining strength, he
: 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
: 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 literally
: hundreds of his
: favorite anisette sprinkled cookies.
:
: Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love
: from his
: devoted Italian 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 crumpled posture. His
: parched
: lips parted, the wondrous taste of the cookie was
: already in his
: mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life. His 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.
:
: "Get outta here!" she shouted, "They're
: for the funeral!"
:
:
:
: to our Canadian troops, American, Australian, British
: and all countries who have to guts to fight and
: destroy the lower than the lowest of Taliban moulds I
: pray you get home to your families and let us live in
: PEACE
:
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