If there is one thing that we all need in life, it’s a good friend. Some of us may have many people that we consider to be friends but that one best friend is really going to make a difference.
Not only are we able to trust the individual with all of our deepest secrets, but we also realize that they are going to do their best to ensure we are taken care of. Many of our good friends will go out of their way to do whatever they could for us as individuals.
Perhaps that is why we really appreciate the following joke. It’s about two old ladies that have been friends for quite some time but when one dies, she brings back news that the other one may not want to hear.
Two 90-year-old women, Bertha and Betty, had been friends all of their lives.
When it was clear that Bertha was dying, Betty visited her every day.
One day Betty said, ‘Bertha, we both loved playing 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 softball there.’
Bertha looked up at Betty from her deathbed and said, ‘Betty, 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, Bertha passed on.
A few nights later, Betty was awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to her, ‘Betty, Betty.’
‘Who is it’, asked Betty, sitting up suddenly. ‘Who is it?’
‘Betty — it’s me, Bertha.’
‘You’re not Bertha. Bertha just died.’
‘I’m telling you, it’s me, Bertha,’ insisted the voice.
‘Bertha! Where are you?’
‘In heaven,’ replied Bertha. ‘I have some really good news and a little bad news.’
‘Tell me the good news first,’ said Betty.
‘The good news,’ Bertha said, ‘is that there’s women’s softball in heaven. Better yet, all of our old buddies who died before me are here, too. Even 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.’
‘That’s fantastic,’ said Betty. ‘It’s beyond my wildest dreams! So, what’s the bad news?’
‘You’re pitching Tuesday.’