"Obama"ism is not of US..."Forwarding" a part of US...
This explains why I forward stuff:
An old cowboy was riding his trusty horse followed by his faithful dog along
an unfamiliar road. The cowboy was enjoying the new scenery, when he
suddenly remembered dying, and realized the dog beside him had been dead for
years, as had his horse. Confused, he wondered what was happening, and where
the trail was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall that looked like fine
marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch topped by a
golden letter "H" that glowed in the sunlight.
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 gold.
He rode toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one
side. Parched and tired out by his journey, 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.'
As the gate began to open, the cowboy asked, 'Can I bring my partners, too?'
'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'
The cowboy thought for a moment, then turned back to the road and continued
riding, his dog trotting by his side.
After another long ride, at the top of another hill, he came to a dirt road
leading through a ranch gate that looked as if it had never been closed. 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?'
'Sure, there's a pump right over there. Help yourself.'
'How about my friends here?' the traveler gestured to the dog and his horse.
'Of course! They look thirsty, too,' said the man.
The trio went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned
hand pump with buckets beside it. The traveler filled a cup and the buckets
with wonderfully cool water and took a long drink, as did his horse and dog.
When they were full, he walked back to the man who was still standing by the
tree. 'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked.
'This is Heaven,' he answered.
'That's confusing,' the traveler said. 'The man down the road said that was
Heaven, too.'
'Oh, you mean the place with the glitzy, gold street and fake pearly gates?
That's hell.'
'Doesn't it make you angry when they use your name like that?'
'Not at all. Actually, we're happy they screen out the folks who would leave
their best friends behind.'
Sometimes, we wonder why friends forward things to us without writing a
word. Maybe this explains it:
When you're busy, but still want to keep in touch, you can forward emails.
When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep in contact, you can
forward jokes. When you have something to say, but don't know exactly how,
you can forward stuff.
A 'forward' lets you know you're still remembered, still important, still
cared about.
So the next time you get a 'forward,' don't think of it as just another
joke. Realize you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end
just wanted to send you a smile.
P.S. : You're welcome at my watering hole anytime.
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