This explains why we
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 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? Yup.
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.
So, that’s the
reason I forward emails … J
