Change......change.......change.......

Change........Change..........Change........

One of my readers (YES, I do have some people who actually read this blog!) told me this sad but true story. I had no alternative but to pass it on....

A lawyer friend of my reader recently died. He found himself on heaven’s doorstep awaiting Saint Peter. When Saint Peter finally appeared, he said to the lawyer, "Well, it’s kinda unusual to have one of your kind here. God thought you might be a little lonely, so He’s gonna leave it up to you as to where you want to spend the rest of eternity."

The lawyer immediately said, "Well, Heaven, I guess."

"Not so fast, hotshot," replied Saint Peter, "how can you make an informed decision without spending a day in each place?"

"I see your point," said the lawyer, who was immediately whisked into Heaven. He had a great time walking on clouds and seeing the peaceful, serene setting. Everyone was happy and content and a lot of the folks were just sitting around singing hymns and lifting their hands. "Not too bad," thought the attorney.

The next day he found himself in Hell.....at least he thought it was Hell. It seemed to be a clubhouse for a really ritzy golf club. People were dancing, singing, and drinking. Others were playing golf and tennis and swimming in a giant pool. Dinner was amazing. Steak, Lobster, and the best wines he had ever tasted. He even saw a lot of his old buddies from back at the firm. "Wow, tough choice," he mused.

The next day he came to Saint Peter and announced his decision. "Man, what a tough call," he began. "Heaven was great, but Hell was just hoppin’. I can’t help but think that it’s my kind of place down there. I mean, standing around and singing hymns ain’t bad, but my final answer is Hell."

"Done," said St. Peter, and our lawyer plunged into Hell.

Only.......it wasn’t what he remembered from the tour he got. This time, his friends were in tattered clothes and were eating garbage off of the streets. All around him the people in Hell were in torment and misery. "Hold on, what’s going on here?" he thought. So he went to see the Devil himself.

When he got there, the Devil asked, "So, what’s the problem? Not likin’ the accomodations?"

"Not at all," replied the flabbergasted lawyer. "It’s nothing like what I saw the other day. Where’s the fine food? Where’s the golf course? I don’t get it. What’s the difference between yesterday and today?"

The Devil looked at him and smiled. "Well, yesterday we were campaigning."

From the Campaign Trail.


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