Dessert First

I just received this in an email.  It had no title, so I gave it the heading, “Dessert First.”  It made me smile and helped me put things in perspective.  I hope you enjoy it too.

DESSERT FIRST

Author Unknown

 One day I had lunch with some friends.   Jim, a short, balding golfer
type 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 Jim who said, “Ice Cream, please. Two scoops.”

I wasn’t sure my ears heard right, and the others were aghast. “Along
with heated apple pie,” Jim 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 Jim as his pie a-la-mode went down. The
other guys couldn’t believe it. They ate their lunches silently and
grinned.

The next time I went out to eat, I called and invited Jim.
I lunched on white meat tuna. He ordered a parfait.

I smiled. He asked if he 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? “ He
laughed and said, “I am 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. (He 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 trout streams
I haven’t fished.  There are fudge sundaes to wolf down and kites to
be flown overhead.

There are too many golf courses I haven’t played.  I’ve not laughed at
all the jokes. I’ve missed a lot of sporting events 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 on my face. I want to be 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 he is having, only add some more whipped cream!”

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