[amayausers.com] Fwd: FW: For My Friends

From: Jean M Reid <calm1incblanca@xxxxxxxxx>
To: Tom Wallon <drushea@xxxxxxx>
Date: Mon, 12 May 2014 09:05:48 -0600
*This explains why I forward stuff:*









An old cowboy was riding his trusty horse followed by his faithful dog
along an unfamiliar road.  The cowboy was enjoying the new scenery, when he
suddenly remembered dying, and realized the dog beside him had been dead
for years, as had his horse.  Confused, he wondered what was happening, and
where the trail was leading them.



 After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall that looked like fine
marble.  At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch topped by
a golden letter "H" that glowed in the sunlight.  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 gold.




 He rode toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to
one side.  Parched and tired out by his journey, 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.'


 As the gate began to open, the cowboy asked  'Can I bring my partners,
too?'



 'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'


 The cowboy thought for a moment, then turned back to the road and
continued riding, his dog trotting by his side.


 After another long ride, at the top of another hill, he came to a dirt
road leading through a ranch gate that looked as if it had never been
closed.  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?'



 'Sure, there's a pump right over there.  Help yourself.'



 'How about my friends here?' the traveler gestured to the dog and his
horse.



 'Of course!  They look thirsty, too,' said the man.



 The trio went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an
old-fashioned hand pump with buckets beside it.  The traveler filled a cup
and the buckets with wonderfully cool water and took a long drink, as did
his horse and dog.



 When they were full, he walked back to the man who was still standing by
the tree;



 'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked.


 'This is Heaven,' he answered.






'That's confusing,' the traveler said.  'The man down the road said that
was Heaven, too.'


 'Oh, you mean the place with the glitzy, gold street and fake pearly
gates?  That's hell.'


 'Doesn't it make you angry when they use your name like that?'


 'Not at all.  Actually, we're happy they screen out the folks who would
leave their best friends behind...'









 Sometimes, we wonder why friends forward things to us without writing a
word.  Maybe this explains it:


 When you're busy, but still want to keep in touch, you can forward
email's.


 When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep in contact, you can
forward jokes.




When you have something to say, but don't know exactly how,  you can
forward stuff.


 A 'forward' lets you know you're still remembered, still important, still
cared about.  So the next time you get a 'forward,' don't think of it as
just another joke.  Realize you've been thought of today and your friend on
the other end just wanted to send you a smile.





 *P.S.:** You're welcome at my watering hole anytime.  Life is short...
forgive quickly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably... and never regret
anything that made you smile.*
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