Good News/Bad News
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>> Two 90-year-old women, Rose and Barb, had been friends all of their
>> lives. When it was clear that Rose was dying, Barb visited her every day.
>> One day Barb said, "Rose, we both loved playing women's softball all our
>> lives, and we played all through High School. Please do me one favor:
>> when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's women's
>> soft-ball there."
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>> Rose looked up at Barb from her deathbed and said, "Barb, you've been my
>> best friend for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favor
>> for you." Shortly after that, Rose passed on.
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>> At midnight a few nights later, Barb was awakened from a sound sleep by a
>> blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to her, "Barb,
>> Barb."
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>> "Who is it?" asked Barb, sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"
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>> "Barb, it's me, Rose."
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>> "You're not Rose. Rose just died."
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>> "I'm telling you, it's me, Rose," insisted the voice.
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>> "Rose! Where are you?"
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>> "In Heaven," replied Rose. "I have some really good news and a little bad
>> news."
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>> "Tell me the good news first," said Barb.
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>> "The good news," Rose said, "is that there's Softball in Heaven. Better
>> yet all of our old buddies who died before us are here, too. Better than
>> that, we're all young again. Better still, it's always springtime, and it
>> never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play softball all we want,
>> and we never get tired."
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>> "That's fantastic," said Barb. "It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's
>> the bad news?"
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>> "You're pitching Tuesday."
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