THIS EXPLAINS WHY I FORWARD STUFF

THIS EXPLAINS WHY I FORWARD STUFF

 

 

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,' said the man.

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. Now you  see, sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding stuff to us  without writing a word. Maybe this will explain it.

When  you are very busy, but still want to keep in  touch, guess what you do? You forward emails.

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 stuff.


A  'forward' lets you know that you are still  remembered,
you are still important, you are still cared  for.

So, next time if you get a 'forward', 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 welcome at my water bowl  anytime!!