A Blessing for Kith & Kindred
When you need to be home, may you find your way.
May you always have courage to take that chance,
And never find frogs in your underpants.
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A man and his dog were walking along a road.
He 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 then 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 they got closer, he saw a man at a desk at the side of the gate.
He called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is Heaven, sir," answered the gatekeeper.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" he asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up."
The gatekeeper gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
The traveler then thought for a moment and then turned back toward the road, continuing on the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, they came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed.
There was no fence.
As they 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?", gesturing 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 for the dog, and then he also took a long drink.
When they both 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 upset you that they to use your name like that?"
"No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind."
Personal Note :
I'm also grateful that my faith (The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints- "LDS" Church) teaches that all of God's creatures will be resurrected and we may continue to enjoy their companionship in the hereafter.
Of course, I think about the "hereafter" quite a bit lately.
When I go from one room into another, I usually wonder what I'm "here after".