The Fork

I heard someone speak about suicide of the fork.  No, you don't stab yourself.  You eat yourself to death.  A waitress, a rather forward one, said to a fellow who came into the diner each day and ate half a pie, "Sir, you must love Heaven very much, because you are eating your way to an early death."  It was the fellow who then replied that he was committing suicide of the fork.  What happened?  He began to eat salads at the diner.  And he gave her a big tip.  Honesty with a bit of humor mixed in can do a lot of good.  Even if there is no change, the seed has been planted.  Yes, you may be despised.  But you never know when that seed will sprout.  We may never know about some of the best good we do.