Stranger than fiction... ending (the best i had in a while... =)
As Harold took a bite of Bavarian Sugar Cookie, he finally felt as if everything was going to be okay.
Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy.. there are Bavarian Sugar cookies.
And, fortunately, when there aren't any cookies we can still find reassurace in a familiar hand on our skin...
Or a kind and loving gesture...
Or a subtle encouragement...
Or a loving embrace...
Or an offer of comfort...
Not to mention hospital gurneys...
And nose plugs...
And uneaten Danish...
And soft-spoken secrets...
And Fender Stratocasters...
And Maybe, the ocassional piece of fiction.
And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties which we assume only accessorize our days, are in fact here for a much larger and nobler cause.
They are here to save our lives.
I know the idea seems strange. But I also know that it just so happens to be true.
And so it was... a wristwatch saved Harold Crick.
