At times I wonder why anyone bothers to forward things. This is the best explanation I've seen.
This explains why I forward jokes.
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 tow ard 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."
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...
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 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.
Also 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, 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.
You are welcome @ my water bowl
anytime
Now if you are one of those who don't like seeing thier name amongst all the rest, I prefer to think that we already belong to the list and having my name with others reminds me of how I belong despite my race, living standards and other ways people want to separate me from society. By forwarding I can have impact if even on this small scale.
TS
