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The Water
Bowl
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
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 all welcome @ my water
bowl anytime.
Gold Wrapping Paper
(sent by Belinda)
The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her 5 year old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive
gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and she became even more upset when the child used the gold paper to decorate a box to
put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the next morning and said, "This is
for you, Mama." The mother was embarrassed by her earlier overreaction, but her
anger flared again when she opened the box and found it was empty. She spoke
to her daughter in a harsh manner. "Don't you know, young lady, when you give
someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package? She had
tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Mama, it's not empty! I blew kisses into it
until it was full." The mother was crushed. She
fell on her knees and put her arms around her little girl, and she begged her forgiveness for her thoughtless anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it is told that the mother kept
that gold box by her bed for all the years of her life. Whenever she was discouraged
or faced difficult problems she would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had
put it there. In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given
a golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and GOD. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
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HOW TO STAY MARRIED
(contributed by Belinda)
A man and woman had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had talked about everything.
They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she
had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.
For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor
said she would not recover.
In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife's bedside. She agreed that it was time that he should know
what was in the box.
When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totaling $95,000.
He asked her about the contents. "When we were to be married," she said, "my grandmother told me the secret of a happy
marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll."
The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two precious dolls were in the box. She had only been
angry with him two times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with happiness.
"Honey," he said, "that explains the doll, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?"
"Oh," she said, "that's the money I made from selling the dolls."
A Prayer...
Dear Lord, I pray for Wisdom to understand my man; Love to forgive him; And Patience for his moods; Because Lord, if
I pray for Strength, I'll beat him to death. And I don't know how to crochet. Amen!
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