It’s been a while since my last post. To re-commence the blog, I’ve posted an interesting email my mom sent me. The story wasn’t well written, but it’s premise was very eye opening and very much needed for the upcoming election.
I re-edited the piece to streamline it for entertainment purposes and I take no credit for it’s work.
One day while walking down the street, a man was tragically hit by a car and died. His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance of the pearly gates.
“Welcome to heaven,” says St. Peter. “Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, so we’re not sure what to do with you.”
“No problem, just let me in.” says the man.
“Well, I’d like to, but I have orders from the higher ups. What we’ll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.”
“Really? I’ve made up my mind. I want to be in heaven,” said the man.
“I’m sorry, but we have our rules.”
And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down to hell.
The doors open and the man found himself in the middle of a lush, green golf course.
In the distance was a clubhouse and standing in front of it were all the friends who had worked with him during his life.
Everyone in the room is very happy and gleeful, mingling in their evening dress. They run up to greet him, shook his hand, and reminisced about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of poor people.
They played a friendly game of golf and when it was over, dined on lobster, caviar and the finest champagne money could buy.
Also present in the room was the devil. He was a very friendly guy, dancing and telling jokes to many of the people in the room.
After 24 hours, it was time to go. Everyone in the room gave the man a hearty farewell and he waved to the crowd as the elevator door closed.
The elevator went up and the door reopened, where St. Peter is waiting for him, “Now it’s time to visit heaven.” he said.
So, for the time he spent in heaven, the man joined with a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. Before he realizes it, 24 hours had gone by and St. Peter returns.
“Well, then, you’ve spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity.”
The man reflects for a minute, then answers, “Well, I would never have said it before. I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell.”
So, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, hell.
The doors of the elevator open and all of the sudden, he found himself in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage.
He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls to the ground.
The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulders.
“I don’t understand.” said the man. “I was just here yesterday and there was a golf course and clubhouse. We ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now the place is full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?”
The devil smiles at him and says,
“Yesterday we were campaigning. Today, they voted.”
The moral of the story?
Vote wisely on November 6th