Tenderloin Stories: The Secret to a Better Life

Let me tell you, friends, about the magic of tenderloin. It’s the kind of meat that can make a grown man weep with joy or a stoic woman smile like she just heard a good, clean joke. I’ve seen it happen myself—once, at a potluck over at the Lutheran church, Pastor Johnson took a bite of Mrs. Swenson’s perfectly seared tenderloin and nearly dropped to his knees right there in the fellowship hall. They had to help him back to his chair, which is saying something because Pastor Johnson isn’t exactly a small man.

You see, tenderloin has a way of making life feel just a little more bearable. The moment that succulent, juicy slice touches your tongue, your worries melt away like butter in a hot skillet. I’ve often thought, if everyone had a piece of tenderloin every now and then, there’d be a lot fewer arguments in the world. Fewer complaints about the weather, too. Even winter seems a little less harsh when there’s tenderloin on the table.

woman in white top wearing eyeglassesI remember the first time I truly understood the transformative power of tenderloin. It was a cold November evening, and I had just lost my job at the hardware store. I was feeling low—lower than a snake’s belly in a wagon rut, as they say. My Aunt Marge must have sensed something was wrong because she showed up at my door with a smile and a plate of freshly grilled tenderloin. “Eat this,” she said. “It’ll make everything better.”

And wouldn’t you know it, she was right. That tenderloin tasted like hope and possibility, like a warm hug on a bad day. Suddenly, the future didn’t seem so bleak. I found a new job the very next week and met the woman who would become my wife. Coincidence? Maybe. But I like to think the tenderloin had something to do with it.

So, next time you’re feeling down, or just a little off-kilter, try a slice of tenderloin. You might find that your troubles aren’t so heavy after all. Who knows, you might even feel a little inspired, like you could run a marathon or finally tackle that big project you’ve been putting off.

After all, there’s nothing quite like the power of tenderloin to remind us that life is good, even when it’s not. It’s like a warm hug from someone you love or a surprise letter from an old friend. And in this topsy-turvy world, we could all use a little more of that, don’t you think?

 

-Anonymous


 

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