There was a young man who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and
had been given three months to live. So as he was getting his things 'in
order,' he contacted
his Priest and had him come to his house to discuss certain aspects of
his final wishes.
He told him which songs he wanted sung at the service, what scriptures
he would like read, and what outfit he wanted to be buried in.
Everything was in order and the Priest was preparing to leave when the
young man suddenly remembered something very important to him.
'There's one more thing,' he said excitedly..
'What's that?' came the Priest's reply.
'This is very important,' the young man continued.
want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.'
The Priest stood looking at the young man, not knowing quite what to
That surprises you, doesn't it?' the young man asked.
'Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request,' said the Priest.
The young man explained. 'My grandmother once told me this story, and
from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those
I love and those who are in need of encouragement.
In all my years of attending socials
and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course
were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep
' It was my favorite part because I knew that something
better was coming .... like
velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie.
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:
fork .. the best is yet to come.'
The Priest's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young man
good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see
him before his death.
But he also knew that the young man had a
better grasp of heaven than he did. He had a better grasp of what heaven
would be like than many people twice his age, with twice as much
experience and knowledge.
He Knew that something better was coming.
At the funeral people were walking by the young man's casket and
they saw the suit he was wearing and the fork placed in his right hand.
Over and over, the Priest heard the question, 'What's with the fork?'
And over and over he smiled.
During his message, the Priest told the
people of the conversation he had with the young man shortly before he
died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to
He told the people how he could not 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 you reach down for your
fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come.
Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed.
They make you smile and
encourage you to succeed.
Cherish the time you have, and the memories
you share. Being friends with someone is not an opportunity, but a sweet
Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND... and I'll bet this
will be an Email they do remember, every time they pick up a fork!
And just remember ... keep your fork!
The Best is yet to come!