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This is the story about how i choked on broccoli rob and died. |
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Broccoli Rob My name is Samantha Pickleberry and I am 80 years old. My life has taken twists and turns, some good and some bad, but there was always one constant—my broccoli rob. Rain or shine, snow or hail, I could always make it. A warm vegetable treat, it carried me through the darkest periods of my life. It was like I was floating on an endless cloud of protection. That is until I died. -- Chapter 1-- It was a rainy day in late march, and my condition had taken a turn for the worst. I was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer and I was told by a burly doctor with a stethoscope the size of the path to heaven that I had three months to live. My life began to flash before my eyes, and my brain began to go fuzzy and the world was suddenly spinning. I fell to the ground in a state of despair, and remained there in the fetal position until I realized that help was on the way. Broccoli Rob! I ran to the kitchen and began to make it. My security blanket of sorts. My grandmother made It for me the day my mother died when I was 8 years old, and it got me through it. The iridescent green color that lit up my plate, and the unforgettable taste, they saved me in my darkest time, and I was hoping it would do the same for me now. -- Chapter 2-- When I finally finished my broccoli rob I couldn’t wait to eat it. To erase from my memory all of the pain and go back to a happier time. I walked swiftly to the table, and sat down with a knife and fork in hand and began to eat when suddenly the phone rang. I was caught off guard. I ran to it, but began to choke. I was choking, choking on my last moment of happiness. As the broccoli past through my epiglottis and went straight into my larynx I couldn’t cry out for help. I answered the phone in a final attempt to save my own life, but it was hopeless. My last breath flowed from my body as my soul was released into the paradise of heaven. I saw the light that people talk about in movies, and knew my time had come too early as I collapsed lifelessly to the ground. -- Chapter 3-- No regrets. That’s what I told myself as I traversed the long yellow brick road to heaven. trees of broccoli rob on all sides I reflect all of my life’s joyous moments. I remember broccoli rob being there for me through the good and the bad times, and I remember my last moments with it. No not it, him. My broccoli had a soul, and I love it like my own child. I raised it and brought it life. Every time I got a new recipe it grew stronger and older. I loved it more than I ever imagined I could love any other thing in this world. I remembered that as god embraced me into his arms and took me as his child in heaven. I became the angel of broccoli rob, and brought my own happiness to children who were still alive. They ate the broccoli, and found new life. This is my happiness now, in heaven. I still have cancer, but I will not die from it again. I am stuck in an endless, beautiful time warp. With broccoli rob by my side. |
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