An old cowboy was riding his trusty horse followed by his
faithful dog along an unfamiliar road. The cowboy was enjoying the new
scenery, when he suddenly remembered dying, and realized the dog beside
him had been dead for years, as had his horse. Confused, he wondered what
was happening, and where the trail was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall that
looked like fine marble.
At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch topped
by a golden letter "H" that glowed in the sunlight.
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 gold.
He rode toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at
a desk to one side. Parched and tired out by his journey, 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.'
As the gate began to open, the cowboy asked, 'Can I bring my
partners, too?'
'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'
The cowboy thought for a moment, then turned back to the road
and continued riding, his dog trotting by his side.
After another long ride, at the top of another hill, he came to
a dirt road leading through a ranch gate that looked as if it had never
been closed. 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?'
'Sure, there's a pump right over there. Help
yourself.'
'How about my friends here?' the traveler gestured to the dog
and his horse.
'Of course! They look thirsty, too,' said the man.
The trio went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an
old-fashioned hand pump with buckets beside it. The traveler filled a cup
and the buckets with wonderfully cool water and took a long drink, as did
his horse and dog.
When they were full, he walked back to the man who was still
standing by the tree. 'What do you call this place?' the traveler
asked.
'This is Heaven,' he answered.
'That's confusing,' the traveler said. 'The man down the road
said that was Heaven, too.'
'Oh, you mean the place with the glitzy, gold street and fake
pearly gates? That's hell.'
'Doesn't it make you angry when they use your name like
that?'
'Not at all. Actually, we're happy they screen out the folks
who would leave their best friends behind.'
Sometimes, we wonder why friends forward things to us without writing a word. Maybe this explains it:
When you're busy, but still want to keep in touch, you can forward emails. When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep in contact, you can forward jokes. When you have something to say, but don't know exactly how, you can forward stuff.
A 'forward' lets you know you're still remembered, still important, still cared about.
So the next time you get a 'forward,' don't think of it as just another joke. Realize you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end just wanted to send you a smile.
P.S. : You're welcome at my watering hole anytime
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