Why we forward jokes. haha. think abt it. hmmz friends....This explains why we forward jokes.

This explains why we forward jokes.
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The ma nwas enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred tohim that he was dead.

He remembered dying, and that the dog walking besidehim had been dead for years. He wondered where theroad was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wallalong one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by atall arch that glowed in the sunlight.

When he was standing before it he saw a magnificentgate 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 ashe 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 icewater 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 towardthe road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.

After another long walk, and at the top of anotherlong hill, he came to a dirt road leading through afarm 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 anywater?""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 wasan old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. Thetraveler 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 towardthe 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 mandown the road said that was Heaven, too.""Oh, you mean the place with the gold street andpearly 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 folkswho 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, butstill want to keep in touch, guess what you do? Youforward jokes. When you have nothing to say, but stillwant 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 arestill cared for, guess what you get?

A forwarded joke.

So, next time if you get a joke, don't think thatyou've been sent just another forwarded joke, but thatyou've been thought of today and your friend on theother end of your computer wanted to send you a smile.

You are all welcome @ my water bowl anytime.