Monday, April 28, 2008

Forwarding Love

Now, I must confess ... I do not always open "forwarded" Email messages. And, if I do open one, I have a habit of deleting it when I see that no bother has been taken to even add a bit of a "personalization" in the form of an individualized note. So, when I received this bit from a lovely Friend in the UK, who does share a few "forwarded" pieces ... I hesitated. But my regard for her outweighed my predispositions ... and I opened it . And, in spite of my "delete if no personalization" rule ... I read it. And Life's little Voice whispered a soft message of "Perhaps you might want to see things this way.

So, I did some editing, (you knew that I couldn't just leave it "as is"), made some additions and "improvements." And offer it to you for your own consideration. All in the spirit of respecting, accepting, and endorsing the merits of Another's perspective. (An exercise that I oft have to be reminded of.) Here 'tis ...

(This might explain why some folk forward jokes to each
other ... and us.)

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.'


Sometimes, when 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. (A little water in a Friend’s bowl to refresh.)

When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you forward jokes. (Sending a silent “splash” to cheer a Friend.)

When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know how, you forward jokes. (A silent “wink” or nod, to encourage a Friend)

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. (A “whistle” that says “I’m glad that You are there.”)

So, next time that 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 little smile. (And a Lotta Love!)

I am glad that YOU and I are travlin’ Pals.

(Thank you Denise, for your patient, forgiving, and gentle loving of your Travlin' Companion on our shared journey. I love You, Darlin.')


Suldog said...


Just caught up with your recent posts, and I have to tell you: I don't know how anyone can possibly accuse you of being "phony". You are as open as anyone I've ever read on-line, and you don't hide your blemishes.

God bless.

lime said...

there is certainly something to be said for loyalty to one who has been lovingly devoted...

as for email forwards, i tend to be the dead letter office of such things unless it really grabs me and shouts, "oh! you know (fill in specific name) would REALLY like this!" then i only send it to that person.

John-Michael said...

'Twould be a challenge to hide blemishes as numerous and obvious as mine, Jim, Dear SulDog Friend. [grateful smile] And coming from a man who lays it all "out there" as you have the courage to do, that means a great deal. Thank you Sir!

I sure love Ya!

John-Michael said...

I am with you "hand-in-glove" on that Dear Lime. Which is why I felt obliged to give a perspective that challenges my own "inclinations." (I do give an occasional shot at "fairness" ... besides, if you knew Denise, you would appreciate her wonderful Spirit as well [being of one yourself].)

Lovin' You (and likin' it!)

Cowgirl said...

Dear J-M,

Thanks for coming by my place - glad my scribblings please is some way. I loved the photo of you and yours - you look a bit like my Dad - beard and all! but younger! It was his 80th birthday last week and we took him to his fave restaurant - Thai!

Loved your post - I have read the original before - it always makes me cry, this time no different.

Lots of love to you.

CrazyCath said...

That has made me think differently about forwarded emails! I get a lot as a group of people and like you, often just leave them. I do open them if I know who they are from, but feel sad when they are full of >>>>>> before each line that they couldn't even be tidied up to read easier.

So, if they "grab" me, I tidy them up (I can't abide the messiness of >>>>) and then if I think some one would appreciate it, I add a note at the top and send to that person.

But maybe I should send to all. It's made me think. Thanks for that.

John-Michael said...

Oh CowGirl, how wonderful to 'hear' your voice! I stop ... and let myself [sigh] in a peaceful moment of enjoyment of You. Yes, my Dear One ... that is the exact effect that Your Spirit has on mine. And I do love you for it!

I hope that my "tinkering" with the piece did nothing to detract from its effect. I do exercise a good bit of "John-Michael-ization" on everything from images to text that I place on my "pulpit" in my "church." Don't want to send out any impressions or messages that are not in harmony with the core of my Self. This much integrity I feel I owe to everyone who reads here ... as well as to my Self.

You have become dear to me, and I relish each reminder of your presence in my life. Loving you and caring about your Richard are part of Me now.

John-Michael said...

CathBaby, you and I in the same space would drive the others having to cope with NUTS! I am EXACTLY the same way with the "tidying up" of those messages. Can't abide that sort of cluttered junk on the page (virtual or not.) I had ingrained into me at a very early point, the reality that everything over my signature reflects who I am and the degree of regard I have for the ones reading the work. So I am, admittedly, obnoxiously compulsive about every element of what I produce. (and don't worry ... if you see the flaws ... I will be back on a subsequent reading and clean each of them up as I discover them.)

Glad I could share something to shake our shared "comfort zones."

(Now let me lovingly remind you to put that splint back on ... thank you Darlin." [Daddy smile]

Crystal said...

Oh I like that one! I have the same feelings too. I could NEVER leave my best friend behind, whether they are on 2 feet or 4! You bring such joy and friendship to us all, thank you my friend;o)

John-Michael said...

Let's just gather so many Friends that we must charter buses to accommodate us all! How's that for a goal Crystal?

Love can do it! Just watch ... just wait ... You'll see!

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