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WHY WE GET SO MANY EMAILS :
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 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.
So my friend, 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.
FOWARDS...
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 in contact,
you forward jokes.
When you have something to say, but don't know what,
and don't
know how, you forward jokes.
To let you know that:
you are still remembered, you are still
important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, you are still
wanted,
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!
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