“I’ll take a three pound ham, dear Sir,” proclaimed the
happy businessman.
“That will be very expensive,” commented the butcher.
“ ’tis but a trifle,” the businessman responded, pushing
more than enough money across the counter.
“Please, excuse me, gentlemen,” Mrs. Schmidt said,
interrupting the two men.
“Yes?” The butcher answered.
“You see,” Mrs. Schmidt continued. “My Herbert…. Well, my
Herbert is dying. And..and…he wants one good last meal before he leaves this
Earth. And…I fear it shall be before the cock crows in the morning.”
“Ah”, the butcher sighed. “And what is it I can do for you,
Madam?”
“I…I only have a few coins to spare. Perhaps a pound of sausage or two?” Mrs. Schmidt implored.
“Of course, dear lady. Of course.” The butcher responded and
turned to his meat locker.
Shortly the butcher returned with two equally wrapped
packages, handing one to the businessman and the other to the soon-to-be widow.
Smiling, he collected the coins from Mrs. Schmidt and the bills from the businessman.
Later that evening, the businessman opened the package
containing the prized ham only to discover a package of sausages.
Whereas, Mrs. Schmidt was able to see her husband pass away
following the grandest ham dinner he had ever tasted.
Sometimes you get a wiener for a ham while others
miraculously receive a ham instead of a wiener.
We need to recognize those “Ah-Ha moments”.
