Another gem from my lady sage:
Subject: Dogs and Heaven
This explains why I forward jokes.
He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years.
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 h e got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
‘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.
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.
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.’
[Seems some text is missing here…but, read on, I’m sure you’ll get the gist of it…LOL!]
When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.
‘This is Heaven,’ he answered.
‘Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That’s hell.’
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 something to say, but don’t know what, and don’t know how, you forward jokes.
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…