Fw: A story for all of you

>> > >A man was riding his horse down a road, his dog
>>padding along by their side.The man was enjoying the
>scenery, when it suddenly occurred>to him that he was
>dead. He remembered dying, and that his horse and dog
>had been dead for years. He wondered where the road
>was leadingthem. After a while, they came to a high,
>whitestone 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 nudged the horse 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 friends," gesturing downward towards his
>> horse and dog, "come in, too?">the traveler asked.
>> > >
>> > >"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept animals."
>> The man thought a moment and then turned his horse
>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 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?"
>> > >
>> > >"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 friends here?" the traveler asked.
>> > >
>> > >"There should be a bowl and a bucket by the
>> pump."
>> > >
>> > >They went through the gate, and sure enough,
>there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl and a
>bucket beside it. The> traveler filled the bowl and
>took a long drink himself, then gave some to the dog
>while he filled the bucket for his horse. When they
>all were satisfied, he led his horse back toward the
>man>who was standing by the tree waiting for them,the
>dog following faithfully behind.
>> > >
>> > >"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. I can see how you might think so, but we're
>> just happy that they screen out>the folks who'll
>leave their best friends> behind" >>
>> >
>> >

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