[Nfb-krafters-korner] OT forwarded to my friends

[Blindhands at aol.com]

My Dear Friends,
 
This explains why I forward mails
 
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 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 traveller gestured to the dog.
 
'There should be a bowl by the pump,' said the man.
 
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned  
hand pump with a bowl beside it.
 
The traveller 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 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, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave  their 
best friends behind.' 
 
Soooo. Now you see, sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding  stuff 
to us without writing a word. Maybe this will explain it.
 
When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what  you 
do? You forward emails.
 
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 stuff.
 
A 'forward' lets you know that you are  still remembered, you are still 
important, you  are still  cared for.
 
So, next time if you get a 'forward', 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 at my water bowl anytime !!  
 
 
 
Joyce  Kane
www.KraftersKorner.org  (http://www.krafterskorner.org/) 
Blindhands at AOL.com