kapo-ed this frm my bro's blog:
WHAT IS THE TASTE OF DEATH?
There was once a woodcutter, who would go into the woods to chop wood every day for a living. He had a child, who wanted to learn the tricks of the trade, and so the father brought his son along into the woods, teaching him and exploring with him.
And so it happened. One nice cool evening, they were in the woods as usual, but this day they had wandered a little further than they normally did. The sky was getting dark, and the little boy was hungry and tired. The father and son reached a little clearing, where the little boy sat down to rest. The father said:' Son, it's getting late, let's go back.'
'But Daddy, I'm tired.'
'Okay then, i'll carry you on my back.'
And so it went, the daddy carried his son on his back.
Soon he fell asleep on his father's broad woodcutter-shoulders. The father found his way out of the jungle, went home, put his son on the warm bed and covered him with a blanket.
Night passed, morning came. The boy woke up.
'Wow! The sun is shining so brightly, and i'm safe and warm in the comfort of my home.Morning Daddy!'
And he ran to give his daddy the HUGEST good-morning hug ever.
That, my friend, will be how my death will taste like.
WILL YOURS?
