Georges Gefilte Fish Eater

There once lived a poet and his name was Georges.  Georges loved Gefilte Fish.  He ate it three times a day.  Sometimes he would put salt on it, for lunch he would put horse radish, the red type on the fish and for dinner he would make a gefilte fish sandwich on wheat bread.  I loved Georges from the day we met.  Georges was a very tall and sturdy leader and he spoke with a poetic tongue.  I met him for the first time on a job detail where I was seeking to buy some powder for my feet.  I thought that Georges was the coolest fellow that I knew and I could not wait to give him a phone call to tell him that I indeed liked to eat geflite fish three times a day some of the week as well.  It looked like myself and Georges might have a lot to discuss and perhaps we might trade recipes for preparing gefilte fish in a creative way.  That was going to help me and surely it would help Georges.   One day Georges and I met on the boardwalk in front of his luxury condominium.  Georges was satiated with his breakfast and ready to prepare himself for lunch soon.  I asked if I might join Georges for his lunch and share a meal with him.  He agreed.  We both enjoyed some very hot horse radish on some of the best white pike gefilte fish that has ever been fished from the waters.  There was no reason to believe that George was soon to get sick and change his diet.  But unfortunately one day, Georges ate a bone in his gefilte fish and it got stuck in his throat.  He tried to find a new doctor to treat this situation and unfortunately none would be willing to get the fish bone from Georges throat.  Georges decided to take a leave from his job and then he decided to leave the area.  He did not eat another gefilte fish ever again and then he started just sipping iced tea with mint leafs in it.  I was impressed of course as Georges was clearly intelligent, but that said, I missed my friend who ate fish just as I liked to eat it.  So I kept my meals as usual and once in a while might hear of Georges happiness and success.  I was glad.  But was there a lesson to be learned from eating too much gefilte fish and nothing else in life?  I say there is not.  Its good to be healthy and if you want to subsist on the same meal every meal you are not breaking any major law of the universe.  Food is food right?  But that said, I never drank another iced tea after that. I just did not want to make my throat cold when I knew that poor Georges did indeed suffer and that the iced tea he drank was not from pleasure but to relieve his suffering from the fish bone that was still lodged just above his vocal cords.  Poor Georges never thought of getting it removed as he was accustomed to his new life but he sadly forgot that gefilte fish was indeed a hearty meal and perhaps he did not have to quit enjoying this delicacy.
I miss Georges intelligent discussions.  He really meant a lot to me, but that said, I can not help to wonder if Georges is really just standing alone in the world and asking for sympathy for his troubles.  I liked his style and I liked his attitude.  He was brilliant and clearly blessed.  But if he kept finding a new home and he never settled, how did he keep his projects in line?  I think he is smart and he keeps building bridges in the future to many people.  Do you think he will ever remove that fish bone in his neck?