There’s A Hole In My Soul

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.”
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 are all welcome @ my water bowl anytime

The gentleman that sent the above to me, William (Bill) Glascoe Thompson, passed away a couple of weeks ago and I just learned of his passing last night.

I first met Bill at a Bangkok Users Group (BUG) Club meeting in early 1986. He was there with Woody Khoman, Nikhon Viravatanadej, Ramesh Indhewat, Peter Beal, Tony Waltham, probably Craig Emmott and a few other nerds whose names I can’t think of right now. 
Bill was the only one who didn’t use DOS and he never did.  As far as I know, he never had a Microsoft product on any of his machines. He was using CP/M at the time and was most happy when Linux came out and there are probably dozens of distros of various flavors of that OS at his house that someone will now have to figure out what to do with. He passed several to me over the years and I actually have one on a memory stick that I use on my notebook occasionally.

Bill was retired Air Force and later spent many years in Saudi and other places in the Middle East. He did his time at Utapao and moved to Thailand to live with Pom out in Bangkapi almost 40 years ago.

He had the first and probably only non-DOS based BBS in Thailand and when Tony got the go ahead to start the Database, Bill was one of the first he enlisted to write an occasional column.

Bill was an active user of many BBSs in those early days and was very helpful to those new to computers, even DOS machines.

Bill was one of those guys you read about in novels: large in stature and even larger in heart but with a voice so soft you had to listen very carefully. But you were glad you did. He wasn’t like Will Rogers in that he never met a man he didn’t like but he was very careful not to speak ill of anyone.

Bill’s probably the only guy I know that spends more time behind a keyboard than me. He sent lots of emails to lots of people around the world. He was always forwarding this link or that joke or some odd video clip. I’ve saved 99% of them over the years so it took several hours to find the one quoted above.

I’m going to have more free time now and I don’t like the idea that I won’t be getting any more of Bill’s spam. 

It’s a very large hole.

As Bill’s sig used to read:

Acknowledge, Forgive, Learn...

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