If You Are Sitting Down, I Will Tell You A Story!

A man and his best friend

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 towards 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 for a moment, 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, 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.” The man replied.

“How about my friend here?” The traveller, gestured to the dog. “There should be a bowl by the pump”. The man said. 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.”

Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding emails to us without writing a word.

Maybe this will explain why?

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 emails.

When you have something to say, but don’t know what, and don’t know how, you forward emails. 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?

That is correct – an email!

So; the next time you a receive an email and before looking at it, unconsciously consign it to the dust bin, have a quick look. It may just be, that a friend, colleague or relative has thought about you today and wanted to send you a smile, a gesture or a story.

You are all welcome @ my water bowl anytime!

My name is Steve Howard. You have been reading the Digital Circus.


2 thoughts on “If You Are Sitting Down, I Will Tell You A Story!

    1. Dear Madeline,

      Thank you for your kind comments. Madeline is my favourite name. My sister is called Madeleine & my Spanish grandmother was called Madelena.
      I hope you have a lovely day.



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