Bond Of Friendship

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 recently 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 marble wall along one side of the road. At the top of a long hill, the wall was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. 
 
He soon saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like 
mother-of-pearl, and the street beyond 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, 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?”  
 
“Yes, 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.”
 
 
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 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 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 angry 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… 
 
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 a joke. When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you forward a joke. When you have something to say, but don’t
 know what or how to say it, you forward a joke. 

Also, to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, and you are still cared for, guess what you get?  
 
A forwarded joke. 
 
So next time you get a joke from me, don’t think that you’ve been sent just another forwarded joke, but know that you’ve been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to
 greet and smile at you. 

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