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The other night I dreamed that I had died and gone to Heaven. At the
Pearly Gates I was met by Saint Peter who told me if I wanted to enter
the gates of Heaven I must climb that ladder one rung at a time. On
each rung I must write a sin that I committed during my life while on
earth.
He then gave me a piece of chalk. I started, writing, climbing,
writing, climbing .... hanging on with one hand and writing with the
other - a difficult task for someone who does not like heights.
All of a sudden, something was crushing the fingers of my
holding hand. I looked up, and there, much to my amazement was my boss
coming down the ladder for more chalk.
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