A man and
his dog were walking along a road. The
man was enjoying
the scenery, when it suddenly occurred
to him that he was dead. He
remembered dying, and that the dog
walking beside him had been
dead for years. He wondered where the
road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high,
white stone wall along one side of
THE ROAD. It looked like fine marble. At
the top of a long hill it was
broken by a tall arch that glowed in the
sunlight. When he was
standing before it he saw a magnificent
gate in the arch that looked like Mother
of Pearl, and the street that led to the
gate looked like
pure gold. He and the dog walked toward
the gate, and as he got
closer, he saw a man at a desk to one
side.
When he was close enough, he called out,
"Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some
water?" the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll
have some ice water brought right UP." The man gestured, and the
gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his
dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept
pets."
The man thought a moment and then turned
back toward the road
and continued the way he had been going
with his dog. After another
long walk, and at the top of another
long hill, he came to a dirt road
which led through a farm gate that
looked as if it had never been
closed. There was no fence. As he
approached the gate, he saw a
man inside, leaning against a tree and
reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the reader.
"Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there."
The man pointed to a place that couldn't
be seen from outside the gate. "Come on
in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler
gestured to the dog.
"There should be a bowl by the pump."
They went through the gate,
and sure enough, there was an old
fashioned hand pump with a bowl
beside it. The traveler filled the bowl
and took a long drink himself,
then he GAVE SOME to the dog. When they
were full, he and the
dog walked back toward THE MAN who was
standing by the tree
waiting for them.
"What do you call this place?" the
traveler asked.
"This is Heaven," he answered.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveler
said. "The man down the road
said that was Heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold
street and pearly gates?
Nope. That's Hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use
your name like that?"
"No. I can see how you might think so,
but we're just happy that
they screen out the folks who'll leave
their best friends behind."
so...
Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep
forwarding jokes to us
without writing a word, maybe this could
explain:
When you are very busy, but still want
to keep in touch, guess what
you do? You forward jokes.
When you have nothing to say, but still
want to keep contact, you
forward jokes.
When you have something to say, but
don't know what, and don't
know how, you forward jokes.
And to let you know that you are still
remembered, you are still
important, you are still loved, you are
still cared for, guess what
you get? A forwarded joke.
So my friend, next time if you get a
joke, don't think that you've
been sent just another forwarded joke,
but that you've been thought
of today and your friend on the other
end of your computer wanted
to send you a smile.
