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 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.' 
Rose looked up at Barb from her deathbed, '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. 
 
At midnight a couple of 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.' 

'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.' 
 
'That's fantastic,' said Barb.. 'It's beyond my 
wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?' 
 
'You're pitching Tuesday.'