Why limit yourself to just chocolate...

[whistle]

...This was sent to me this morning by a very dear friend. I enjoyed the wisdom of it, so I'm passing it along.

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One day I had a date for lunch with friends. Mae, a little old "blue
hair" about 80 years old, came along with them---All in all, a pleasant
bunch. When the menus were presented, we ordered salads, sandwiches,
and soups, except for Mae who said, "Ice Cream, please. Two scoops,
chocolate."

I wasn't sure my ears heard right, and the others were aghast.
"Along with heated apple pie," Mae added, completely unabashed. We tried
to act quite nonchalant, as if people did this all the time. But when
our orders were brought out, I didn't enjoy mine. I couldn't take my
eyes off Mae as her pie a-la-mode went down. The other ladies
showed dismay. They ate their lunches silently and frowned.

The next time I went out to eat, I called and invited Mae. I lunched on
white meat tuna. She ordered a parfait. I smiled. She asked if she
amused me. I answered, "Yes, you do, but also you confuse me. How
come you order rich desserts, while I feel I must be sensible?

She laughed and said, with wanton mirth, "I'm tasting all
that's Possible. I try to eat the food I need, and do the things I
should. But life's so short, my friend, I hate missing out on something
good. This year I realized how old I was. (She grinned) I haven't been
this old before." "So, before I die, I've got to try those things that
for years I had ignored. I haven't smelled all the flowers yet. There
are too many books I haven't read. There's more fudge sundaes to wolf
down and kites to be flown overhead. There are many malls I haven't
shopped. I've not laughed at all the jokes. I've missed a lot of
Broadway hits and potato chips and cokes.

I want to wade again in water and feel ocean spray on my face. I want to
sit in a country church once more and thank God for His grace. I want
peanut butter every day spread on my morning toast. I want UN-timed long
distance calls to the folks I love the most. I haven't cried at all the
movies yet, or walked in the morning rain. I need to feel wind in my
hair. I want to fall in love again. So, if I choose to have
dessert,instead of having dinner, then should I die before night fall,
I'd say I died a winner, because I missed out on nothing. I filled my
heart's desire. I had that final chocolate mousse before my life expired."

With that, I called the waitress over. "I've changed my mind," I said.
"I want what she is having, only add some more whipped cream!":grouphug: