twelve bones

Here's the best story I've heard in a long time!


George, a 75 year old man at Steve's nursing home, was restless.  He had had enough of facility food.  Craving something from the "outside", he remembered hearing about how Obama has eaten at 12 Bones while he was visiting Asheville.  During therapy he asked Steve about it and found out that Steve had eaten there.  It became his Great Life Desire. 


"Come on man, let's go."  Steve couldn't take him, but a few days later he stopped at 12 Bones and got a take out menu.  He told George to choose what he wanted and Steve would bring it to him on Friday.


George studied the menu.  He learned it.  He read it to everyone who came in his room.  By the end of the week the menu was all wrinkled and creased.  George showed it to his friend Will, who joined in the excitement.


Every single time he saw Steve, he asked "What should I get?  What are you going to get?  What's good?"  When Steve walked in to work on Friday morning, at 7:00 am, George was waiting by the door.  "Today is the day Steve!"


When the lunch menu was posted as baked fish, George found Steve.   "Thank God today is take out day, huh Steve?"


Finally it was lunch.  George and Will agonizingly made their decisions.  They would have the Pulled Pork and the Hogzilla sandwiches with southern sides.  The anticipation was palpable.


Steve got back with a big take-out bag.  He set up a table in the treatment room and the feasting began.  Lip smacking, groans of pleasure, and many expressions of gratitude filled the room.  At one point, while they were shoveling food down, Steve ask them if they were going to be able to eat it all.  


"Hell yeah!" was the response.


Well, they don't teach you that in chaplain school.  But those men headed to nap time ministered to.  Way to go, Honey!


"The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.'  Matthew 25:40