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 the 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 the 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 the desk on 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 which led to 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. “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 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 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 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.”
Friendship is a state of enduring affection, esteem, intimacy and trust between two people.
I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.
“Good friends are like stars; you don’t see them but you know they are always there! As the stars are seen in the darkness, so also good friends are always there in the darkness of our life.”
“Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave and impossible to forget!”
“Friendship isn’t about who you have known the longest.
It’s about those who came and never left your side…”
3 thoughts on “Loyal Friend”
Simply beautiful…aptly sent on Friendship Day….Pranam Swamiji.
Hari Om Swamiji,
Yes good friends are like stars you do not see them but you know they are always there. It is indeed such a blessing to have good friends in life. Beautiful article. Thank you for sharing with us.
A true friend will never betray another. This beautiful story of man- dog friendship hammers in this idea quite effectively. Thanks Guruji for sharing.