as I entered Heaven's door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
nor the lights or its decor.
But it was the folks in Heaven
who made me sputter and gasp--
the thieves, the liars, the sinners,
the alcoholics, the trash.
There stood the kid from seventh grade
who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
who never said anything nice.
Herb, who I always thought
was rotting away in hell,
was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
looking incredibly well.
I nudged Jesus, "What's the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How'd all these sinners get up here?
God must've made a mistake.
And why's everyone so quiet, so somber?
Give me a clue."
"Hush, child," said He, "they're all in shock.
No one thought they'd be seeing you."
todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful
for more progress made at my Mom's house
that I've always had a crazy ability to be out of the house and on the road within 5 minutes of waking up in the morning -- I had to do this yesterday when I overslept
for the knowledge that I can lead an AA meeting at 6:30am, 20 minutes after waking up and before my first cup of coffee
that I rarely back myself into a corner, but I know that my HP will be there with me if I do
DON'T CRITICIZE OTHERS. THEY ARE JUST DOING WHAT WE WOULD BE DOING UNDER SIMILAR CIRCUMSTANCES.
-- "My Mind Is Out To Get Me"