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[Angelwings]

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 water bowl anytime.

[lizzie]

aww what a very cool way of looking at it angel

Awesome story sis. Thank you for sharing and thank you for all the wonderful things you post here for us to partake of. You are such a blessing.

[Psittac]

that was a good one