
So as she was getting her things 'in order,' she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain
aspects of her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like to read and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.Everything was in order and thePastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.''There is one more thing,''she said excitedly.'What's that''?came the Pastor's reply.'This is very important'the young woman continued.'I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand''.The Pastor stood looking at the young woman not knowing quite what to say.''That surprises you,doesn't it''?the young woman asked.''Well to be honest,I'm puzzled by the request''said the Pastor. The young woman explained.''My grandmother once told me this story,and from that time
on I have always tried to pass along this 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 your fork''.It was my favourite part because I knew that something better was coming...like velvety chocolatecake or deep-dish apple pie. Something 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: 'Keep your fork ..the
best is yet to come.' The Pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would
be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven
than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience
and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming. At tAt the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand.. Over and over, the Pastor heard the question,
'What's with the fork?' And over and over he smiled. During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had
with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. 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 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 yo
u to succeed.Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share .....
Being friends with someone is not just an opportunity, but a sweet responsibility.
they do remember,
every time they pick up a fork.!
And just always remember.....keep your fork! The Best Is Yet To Come!
Let us always live with this beautiful thought!It makes us dream higher,makes us realise sky is the limit!
elephants.The life style is going to change with the time table of Amma and Nanda!You will get to know!:)




















































