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 iced 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 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, and 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 heaven's name like that?"
"No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they screen out the folks who are willing to leave their friends behind."
So... Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word, maybe this could explain it: 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.
So, my friend, next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke. Instead, realize that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile...and that friend who sent the joke would not ever leave you behind
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Wow, Bro!!! That's pretty good -- even for you That's a good sharing! I needed that this morning!
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That does give a different take on the idea. I generally don't want people to forward jokes to me because it gets old and out of hand. This does give a different angle to it.
I don't mind getting jokes in my email. Sometimes you need a good laugh.
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That does give a different take on the idea. I generally don't want people to forward jokes to me because it gets old and out of hand. This does give a different angle to it.
I totally agree with Aaediwen, I get them all the time, and hate most of the forwarded jokes. My eyes have opened with new knowledge!
This is great! Thanls alot Maisky!
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WOW! Never looked at it like that, but looking back on all the forwarded jokes I get, they are from the people that care the most. Thanks maisky for showing us the light!
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I usually get jokes from my closest friends and things like chain email from the people who just have my email on their mass email list. My favorite email jokes that I get are from my dance teacher who I have always been close with and so they are a nice spot of laughter in my day.
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I usually get jokes from my closest friends and things like chain email from the people who just have my email on their mass email list. My favorite email jokes that I get are from my dance teacher who I have always been close with and so they are a nice spot of laughter in my day.
Maybe you could share the best with us in the Celtic Pub? I like a good joke. They are better than the BAD joke I get when I look in a mirror.
I have a real beef about this topic! I do not like the forwarding jokes, stories and chain letters to my email. I always just delete them without even reading them. They are a waste of my time and take up my email box. Well, I guess what really bugs me is if this so-called person, friend or whatever cares about me so much then why can they always find the time to send me jokes or whatever, but never an email to say hi, how are you doing or let me know how they are doing. I think it is just a cop-out on their part to send the jokes instead.
Aren't I cranky?
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