>The day finally arrived; Forrest Gump died, and goes to Heaven. He is at
>the Pearly Gates, met by St. Peter himself. However, the gates are closed,
>and Forrest approaches the Gatekeeper.
>
>St. Peter said, "Well, Forrest, it is certainly good to see you. We have
>heard a lot about you. I must tell you, though, that the place is filling
>up
>fast, and we have been administering an entrance examination for everyone.
>
>The test is short, but you have to pass it, before you can get into
>Heaven."
>
>Forrest responds, "It shor is good, to be here, St. Peter, sir.
>
>But nobody ever told me, about any entrance exam.
>
>I hope that the Test ain't too hard, life was a big enough test, as it
>was."
>
>St. Peter continued to say, "Yes, I know, Forrest, but the test is only
>three questions.
>
> First : What two days of the week,! begins with the letter T?
>
> Second : How many seconds, are there, in a year?
>
> Third : What is God's first name?"
>
>Forrest leaves to think the questions over.
>
>He returns the next day, and sees St. Peter, who waved him up, and said ,
>"Now that you have had a chance to think the questions over, tell me your
>answers."
>
>Forrest replied, "Well, the first one -- which two days in the week, begins
>with the letter "T"?
>Shucks, that one is easy. That would be, Today and Tomorrow."
>
>The Saint's eyes opened wide, and he exclaimed, "Forrest, that is not what
>I
>was thinking, but you do have a point, and I guess, I did not specify, so I
>will give you credit, for that answer.
>
>How about the next one?" asked St. Peter. "How many seconds in a year? Now
>that one is harder," replied Forrest, but I thunk, and thunk, about that,
>and I guess the only answer, can be twelve.
>
>" Astounded, St. Peter said, "Twelve? Twelve? How in Heaven's name could
>you
>come up with twelve seconds in a year?" Forrest replied, "Shucks, there is
>got to be twelve:
>January 2nd,
>February 2nd,
>March 2nd . . ."
>
>"Hold it," interrupts St. Peter. "I see where you are going with this, and
>I
>see your point, though that was not quite what I had in mind..... but I
>will
>have to give you credit, for that one, too.
>
>Let us go on, with the third, and final question.
>
>Can you tell me God's first name"?
>
>"Sure", Forrest replied, "its Andy."
>
>Andy?" exclaimed an exasperated, and frustrated St. Peter.
>
>"Ok, I can understand, how you came up, with your answers to my first two
>questions, but just how in the world, did you come up with, the name Andy,
>as the first name of God?"
>
>"Shucks, that was the easiest one of all," Forrest replied. "I learnt it
>from the song.
> "ANDY WALKS WITH ME,
> ANDY TALKS WITH ME,
> ANDY TELLS ME, I AM HIS OWN. .
>
>" St. Peter opened the Pearly Gates, and said: "Run Forrest, run."
>
>Give me a sense of humor, Lord,
>Give me the ability to understand a clean joke,
>to get some humor out of life,
>And to pass it on to other folk.
>