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              THE BEST TASTE:
            
            
              
                (Sent by: Umm-e-Zaman, Hong Kong)
              
            
            
              I was visiting my hometown with my youngest daughter.
            
            
              Since we had gone there after a few years, we decided
            
            
              to visit our favorite eatery.
            
            
              This was a fast food restaurant, resplendent with
            
            
              all sorts of confectionery items. Anyone coming
            
            
              here could not resist tasting one of the many
            
            
              mouth-watering delicacies.
            
            
              As we neared the shop window to decide which
            
            
              item we would taste first, I noticed a not-so-well-to-
            
            
              do woman eying the displayed goodies. She looked at all
            
            
              the counters longingly, and then moved away.
            
            
              I understood that she was unable to buy and relish the food due to lack of enough
            
            
              cash. I decided to give her a treat of the same items we had ordered.
            
            
              Before going to our table, I went to the woman who sat at the far end, having a cup of
            
            
              tea. I placed the plateful of savouries before her. When she found out the plate was
            
            
              for her, she thanked me profusely with tears shining in her eyes and a wobbling smile
            
            
              on her countenance.
            
            
              I was thankful I had been instrumental in fulfilling someone’s one small desire. As for
            
            
              our treat, it tasted even better that day than it had ever before.
            
            
              WHAT LOVE IS ALL ABOUT:
            
            
              
                (Sent by: A Sister, New Jersey)
              
            
            
              It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, when an elderly gentleman, in his 80s
            
            
              arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry
            
            
              and that he had an appointment at 9:00 am. I took his vital signs, and had him take
            
            
              a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him.
            
            
              I saw him looking at his watch
            
            
              and decided, since I was not
            
            
              busy with another patient, I would
            
            
              evaluate his wound.
            
            
              On exam it was well
            
            
              healed, so I talked to
            
            
              one of the doctors, got
            
            
              the needed supplies to
            
            
              remove his sutures and
            
            
              redressed his wound.
            
            
              While taking
            
            
              care of him, we began
            
            
              to engage in
            
            
              conversation. I asked
            
            
              him if he had a
            
            
              doctor’s appointment this
            
            
              morning, as he
            
            
              was in such a hurry. The
            
            
              gentleman told me
            
            
              no, that he
            
            
              needed to go to
            
            
              the nursing home
            
            
              to eat breakfast
            
            
              with his wife. I
            
            
              then