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This
explains why we send each other 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 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
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 can 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, 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.
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