'. . . Once upon a time, a man, his horse and his dog were
travelling along a road. As they passed by a huge tree, it was struck by
lightning, and they all died. But the man failed to notice that he was no
longer of this world and so he continued walking along with his two animal
companions.
. . . It was a long uphill walk, the sun was beating down on
them and they were all sweating and thirsty. At a bend in the road they saw a
magnificent marble gateway that led into a gold-paved square, in the centre of
which was a fountain overflowing with crystal-clear water. The man went over to
the guard at the entrance.
"Good morning."
"Good morning," the guard replied.
"What is this lovely place?"
"It’s Heaven."
"Well, I’m very glad to see it, because we’re very thirsty."
"You’re welcome to come in and drink all the water you
want." And the guard indicated the fountain.
"My horse and dog are also thirsty."
"I’m terribly sorry," said the guard, "but
animals are not allowed in here."
The man was deeply disappointed because he was very thirsty,
but he was not prepared to drink alone, so he thanked the guard and went on his
way. Exhausted after more drudging uphill they reached an old gateway that
opened on to a dirt road flanked by trees. A man, his hat pulled down over his
face, was stretched out in the shade of one of the trees, apparently asleep.
"Good morning," said the traveller.
The other man greeted him with a nod.
"We’re thirsty—me, my horse and my dog."
"There’s a spring over the amongst those rocks,"
the man indicating the spot. "You can drink all you want."
The man, his horse and his dog went to the spring and
quenched their thirst.
The traveller returned to thank the man.
"Come back whenever you want," he was told.
"By the way, what’s this place called?"
"Heaven."
"Heaven? But the guard at the marble gateway told me
that was heaven!"
"That’s not Heaven, that’s Hell."
The traveller was puzzled.
"You shouldn’t let others take your name in vain, you
know! False information can lead to all kinds of confusion!"
"On the contrary, they do us a great favour, because
the ones who stay there are those who have proved themselves capable of
abandoning their dearest friends."'
[From "The Devil and Miss Prym," by Paulo Coelho]
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