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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 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.


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 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

 waiting for them.


 "What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.

 "This is Heaven," was the answer.

 "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. 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."


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 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 from me."


 "So my friend, next time if you get a joke, don't

think that I have sent you just a joke, but that

 I have thought of you today and wanted to send

 you a smile.

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