One Tiny Prayer
I glide on my skateboard through the pearly gates. Can’t believe I made it to heaven when I’m only twelve years old. As I glance up, it’s not God who I see but my crabby old next-door-neighbor. How did she get here?
My entire life passes before me in an instant, and I once again experience the great joys of Christmas mornings and the extreme sadness of hearing my Dad say he has cancer. In a flash, I see my last moments on earth when I was certain I could top my greatest speed while sailing downhill on my trusty skateboard. It ended when that enormous semi turned the corner.
Before I have time to even realize where I am, it’s the crabby old neighbor who takes my hand and says there is someone waiting to see me. Now I’m wondering if it’s the devil ready to begin my descent. Instead, I see what some refer to as the Higher Power, and He tells me I have earned eternity because of one tiny prayer said by my neighbor the day I broke her window with my baseball. I quickly learned that all it takes to get to heaven is one tiny prayer.
Why try to win the Powerball -- I just got a check for $100 which was totally unexpected. I had to write a term paper for school which turned into a novel. Was shocked when I got an A+ and my teacher suggested submitting my story online.
Two dozen glazed donuts will be my first purchase. Finally, I can be the one who brings treats to our early morning practice. Can’t decide if I should tell my parents about this. I know they would be proud to think their one and only daughter is now a published author. But they definitely will want me to sock away the remaining $80 of this gift for my future education.
This might be the only time in my life when I can do something totally unheard of. I’ll create a challenge which anyone can enter. All they have to do is describe their plans for spending this unexpected windfall.
Wrote this post three months ago. Still miss my Mom as much today as then, but greatly appreciated all the kind comments.
I would knock down those pearly gates to see my Mother, who died less than three months ago. I expect she’s probably polishing those gates today.
I'm glad that eternity awaits.