05-10-2005, 01:07 PM
THINKING OF YOU - THINKING OF FRIENDS
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 which led
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 reader. "Do you have any
water?"
Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there". The man
pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside
the gate. "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 bowl for the dog and took a long
drink himself. When they were full, he and the dog
walked back toward the man who was standing by the
tree waiting for them.
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. I can see how you might think so, but we're just
happy that they screen out the folks who'll leave
their best friends behind."
Soooo...
Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes
to us without writing a word, maybe this could
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
in 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 my friends, 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
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 which led
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 reader. "Do you have any
water?"
Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there". The man
pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside
the gate. "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 bowl for the dog and took a long
drink himself. When they were full, he and the dog
walked back toward the man who was standing by the
tree waiting for them.
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. I can see how you might think so, but we're just
happy that they screen out the folks who'll leave
their best friends behind."
Soooo...
Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes
to us without writing a word, maybe this could
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
in 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 my friends, 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