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Rarely am I moved by e-mail things but I really loved this

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 stonewall along one side of
the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, was 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 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 traveller gestured to the dog.
"There should be a bowl by the pump." Came the reply.

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an
old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.
The traveller filled the water bowl and took a long drink, 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 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, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their
best friends behind."


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!
Jan 23, 2006
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ahhh so sweet that would be me turning away if they could'nt give my poor dog a drink, just sent it to my best friend in the world in Iowa USA she will love it as well
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