The thirty year old man broke down when he heard the doctor’s report. “Six months to live. It’s not fair! What about the things that I haven’t done, huh?” he cried, tears running down his face.
The older doctor removed his glasses and shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry,” he said, not knowing what else to say.
“Okay,” the young man said, “what’s death like? You know, tell me what lies on the other side?”
Again, the doctor shrugged. “I don’t really know.”
“What? You’re a Christian, aren’t you? And you don’t know? How am I supposed to have any hope?
A scratching and whining could be heard from the other side of the entry door into the room. The doctor stood up and walked over to the door and opened it. A golden retriever bounded in and eagerly sought affection from the doctor.
“Did you notice my dog?” asked the doctor to his patient. “He’s never been to my office before. So, he didn’t know what was on this side of the door, only that his master was here. And he had no fear about going through the door.” The doctor paused a moment. “I know very little about what’s on the other side of death, but I know this. My master is waiting for me, and that’s good enough for me.”
This was adapted from a pass along chain email sent to me by my daughter.
Larry Who 
Loved it!
I just shared some thing along those lines,last night at a meeting we held in a assisted living center. It was not in the out line,but some one needed to hear it. Right on Larry.. c