A man had been very sick, and was getting sicker for more than two weeks, and became bedridden and as weak as a newborn kitten. He had been unable to keep food down for long, during most of the time of the last two weeks. Fearing that he may have seen his last sunrise, from his bed he smelled the alluring aroma of baking chocolate-chip cookies, his VERY favorite food! He called weakly out to his wife, but either because of his distance from the kitchen, or the low volume of his voice, she didn’t... Sign in to see full entry.