As an elderly man lay in bed, at home, dying, he smelled the rich
aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookies being baked, and
wanted one last cookie before he died.
He crawled out of bed, to the landing, rolled down the stairs, and
slowly crawled into the kitchen where his wife was busily baking.
With waning strength, he crawled to the table, and was just barely
able to lift his withered arm to the cookie sheet. As he grasped a
warm, moist, rich chocolate chip cookie, his favorite kind, his wife
suddenly whacked his hand with a spatula.
