Heaven's
Gate
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 his faithful
dog had been dead for many 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. As he reached the wall, he saw a
magnificent gate in
the arch, and the street that led to the gate made from 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? We have traveled far," the man said.
"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, remembering all the years this dog remained loyal to him and then
turned back toward the road and continued the way
he had been going.
After another long
walk he came to a plain 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? We have traveled far."
"Yes, sure, there's
a faucet over there." The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen
from outside the gate. "Come on in and help yourself."
"How about my friend
here?" the traveler gestured to his dog.
"There should be a
bowl by the faucet; he is welcome to share."
They went through
the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned faucet with a bowl
beside it.
The traveler 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 traveler asked.
"This is heaven,"
was the answer.
"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'd leave their best friends behind in
exchange for material things."
Remember who your
true friends are!
"A friend is someone
who knows the song in your heart and can sing it
back to you
when you have forgotten the words"
  
 
 
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