REPASSANDO EM SILÊNCIO

Há alguns dias coloquei aqui um texto meu que,

de certa forma, reclamava dos amigos que me repassavam

mensagens, fotos e historinhas, em completo silêncio.

Agora meu amigo Gui Noronha me envia este texto

abaixo que, tirando todo e total sentido daquilo

que reclamei, o faz de maneira belíssima e inspirada.

Leia e veja se não é isso mesmo!!

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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.'

Soooo...Sometimes, 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.

When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact,

you forward jokes.

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.

So, next time if 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 smile.

You and your dogs are all welcome to my water bowl anytime!

Remember that prayer

"Lord, please let me be half the person my dog believes I am"?

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p/t em 30 de maio de 2010