|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 dog 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
an attendant at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he
called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is heaven, sir," the attendant 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
attendant 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.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he
came to a 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
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?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there" The man pointed to a place
that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "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 bowl and put it down for the dog. While the
dog was drinking, he took a long drink directly from the pump. 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,"
the traveler asked? "No. I can see how you might think so, but we're
just happy that they screen out the folks who'll leave their best
~ Author Unknown ~
(Many Thanks to Anne Lively for doing this