THE SCREENING PROCESS
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 many years. He continued down the road wondering where it would lead them.
After awhile, they came to a high white stone wall. It looked like it was made of the finest marble that glowed in the sunlight. Standing before it, he saw a magnificent arched gate that looked like mother of pearl. And the street that led to the gate was made of pure gold. It was a beautiful sight to behold! He and his dog walked toward the gate. As he got closer, he saw a man seated at a large desk. Walking up to the desk the man asked, "Excuse me, but where are we?" "This is heaven, sir" the man at the desk answered. "Wow! Would you happen to have some water? It's been a long journey for us!" the man asked. "Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up!" The man gestured as the pearly gates started to open. "Can my friend come in too?" the traveler asked gesturing to his dog. "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets here!" The man thought a moment, and then turned back toward the road and continued walking 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 reading a book. "Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?" "Yeah, sure, there's a pump right over there" The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in." "What about my friend here?" the traveler again gestured to the dog. "Sure, bring him too, there should be a bowl by the pump for him too!" 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 took a long drink himself, then he gave some to his dog. When they had drank their fill, 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 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!" Author Unknown
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