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This explains why I forward jokes.
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 traveller 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 traveller 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 traveller 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
traveller asked.
'This is Heaven,' he answered.
'Well, that's confusing,' the traveller
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 water bowl
anytime.
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