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
leading 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 man. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah,
sure, there's a pump over there, 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 water 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.
"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,
we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best
friends behind."
Soooo...
Sometimes,
we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word.
Maybe
this will 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.
Also
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,
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.
You
are all welcome @ my pump & water bowl anytime!!!
Saturday, 14 July 2007
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Message received and understood ,..love Jan xx
ReplyDeleteHave heard this one many times & always LOVE it!!! Such a wonderful meaning to it! I agree completely!!! AMEN to this one!
ReplyDeleteHave a great wkend.
Sugar
Unlike Sugar I havn't read that one. It is on it's way to quite a few of my friends later tonight Thank You Sybil x
ReplyDeleteI HAVE heard this before but reading it again was a pleasure. :o)
ReplyDeleteLove Sandra xxxx
And you at mine... such a wonderful sentiment in this story...
ReplyDeletebe well,
Dawn
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