musicman
March 28th, 2004, 10:23 PM
Why We 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 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 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 traveller
asked.
"I'm sorry sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment and then turned back towards 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 that 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 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 bowl and took a
long drink himself, then 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 traveller
asked.
"This is Heaven." was the answer.
"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 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".
So, sometimes when you 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 joke, but that you've been thought of today and your
friend on the other end of the computer wanted to send you a smile.
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 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 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 traveller
asked.
"I'm sorry sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment and then turned back towards 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 that 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 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 bowl and took a
long drink himself, then 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 traveller
asked.
"This is Heaven." was the answer.
"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 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".
So, sometimes when you 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 joke, but that you've been thought of today and your
friend on the other end of the computer wanted to send you a smile.