Mike and Ted have been friends
Two 90-year-old men, Mike and Ted, have been friends all of their lives.
When it’s clear that Ted is dying, Mike visits him every day:
One day Mike says.
“Ted, we both loved motorcycles all our lives, and we rode every Sunday together for so many years. Please do me one favour, when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there’s motorcycle’ there.”
Ted looks up at Mike from his death bed.
“Mike, you’ve been my best friend for many years. If it’s at all possible, I’ll do this favour for you.”
Shortly after that, Ted passes on.
At midnight a couple of nights later, Mike is awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him.”
“Mike – Mike.”
“Who is it?” Asks Mike, sitting up suddenly.
“Who is it?”
“Mike, it’s me, Ted.”
“You’re not Ted. Ted just died.”
“I’m telling you, it’s me, Ted.” Insists on the voice.”
“Ted! Where are you?”
“In heaven.” Replies Ted.
“I have some really good news and a little bad news.”
“Tell me the good news first.” Says Mike.
“The good news is that there are motorcycles in heaven.
Better yet, all of our old friends 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 ride all day all we want, and we never get tired.”
“That’s fantastic.” Says Mike.
“It’s beyond my wildest dreams! So what’s the bad news?”
“You’re riding on Tuesday.”