Subject: softball

Two 90-year-old women, Vivian and Edith, had been
> > friends all of
> > > their lives. When it was clear that Edith was dying,
> > Vivian visited
> > > her every day. One day Vivian said, 'Edith, we
> > both loved playing
> > > women's softball all our lives, and we played in
> > 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.'
> > >
> > > Edith looked up at Vivian from her death bed,
> > 'Vivian, 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, Edith passed on.
> > >
> > > At midnight a couple of nights later, Vivian was
> > awakened from a
> > > sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light an d a
> > voice calling
> > > out to her, 'Vivian , Vivian.'
> > >
> > > 'Who is it?' asked Vivian, sitting up
> > suddenly. 'Who is it?'
> > >
> > > 'Vivian -- it's me, Edith.'
> > >
> > > 'You're not Edith. Edith died.'
> > >
> > > 'I'm telling you, Vivian, it's
> > me,' insisted the voice.
> > >
> > > 'Edith! Where are you?'
> > >
> > > 'In Heaven,' replied Edith. 'I have
> > some really good news and a
> > > little bad news.'
> > >
> > > 'Tell me the good news first,' said
> > Vivian.
> > >
> > > 'The good news,'Edith 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
> > ..'
> > >
> > > 'That's fantastic,' said Vivian.
> > 'It's beyond my wildest dreams!
> > > So what's the bad news?'
> > >
> > > 'You're pitching Tuesday.'