They came on wheels (cars) every day to my mother-in-law’s home, bringing her lunch and dinner with a smile and a pleasant greeting. She knew each one of the volunteers by name and a little something about each one. How she appreciated their brief visits (perhaps even more than the meals). Meals on Wheels is a great service to our mature citizens no longer able to prepare their own.
Father Jerry Fuller tells the story of three mice who died and went to heaven. After a couple of days, St. Peter stopped by and asked how they liked being in heaven. The mice said that it was okay, but because they had such short legs, it was hard for them to get around because heaven was so vast. Peter said he would help them. And he did. After a while an angel came by and gave each of the mice a new pair of shoes with those wheels in the heels. Right away, the mice put on their new shoes and now they could zip all around heaven and enjoy themselves. They could literally sing that old spiritual: “When I get to heaven, gonna put on my shoes, I’m gonna skate all over God’s heaven.
Several weeks later, a certain cat died and went to heaven. After a few days, St. Peter stopped by and asked how the cat like being in heaven. The cat answered, “Oh, boy, do I like being in heaven! I’m having a great time and I’m really enjoying myself. And most of all, I love those meals on wheels.”
Meals on Wheels operates in virtually every community in America with a network of more than 5,000 independently-run local programs. The organization receives local community funding and supplemental government funding from the Older Americans Act. It is a worthy program and we must not let the cat devour it! Tell your representative that cats are not permitted to decimate “Meals on Wheels” heaven.