Why we forward jokes
This explains why we forward
jokes, please read 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 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, 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 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 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 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 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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