I was riding my bike and I crashed into a tree and I found myself at the gates of Heaven. I couldn't believe it. I thought they were an invention of movies. There was mist and very tall ivory and gold looking gates. There was a line to get in. I thought, "Wow, we never have to stop waiting in lines."
I got up to the gate and the person there asked me my name. I told her. She said I wasn't on the list. I said that was probably because my death was an accident. There wasn't enough time to get listed. She said, "No one's death is an accident, even though it may seem so."
She said I would have to go back to being alive. I didn't argue. I'm not an arguer. When people fight they become more invested in winning than listening to the other person's point.
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