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WHY WE FORWARD JOKES
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> Read this through entirely... then you'll get the message!
>
> This explains it....
> 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."
>
> Soooo...
>
> 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...
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