Why I forward stuff

This explains why I forward stuff.

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,' said the man.

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? 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.'


Soooo. Now you see, sometimes, we
wonder why friends keep forwarding stuff to us without writing a
word. Maybe this will explain it.

When you are very busy, but still
want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You forward emails.

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 stuff.



A 'forward' lets you know that you
are still remembered,
You are still important, you are
still cared for.

So, next time if you get a
'forward', 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 welcome at my water bowl
anytime!!