The clock marks 8:00 AM and the annoying sound of the alarm wakes me up in the middle of a dream. I stand up, put on an old shirt and go to the kitchen. I check the fridge and there 's only a little bit of milk left, no food. Great. Now it 's time to go to work.
I sell vacuum cleaners all day, and right now on an empty stomach it won 't be a good day. I go check on my wife at her room. Goodness gracious to think that we have been married for twenty years and sleeping separately for five out of the twenty years. Finally, I leave my “lovely” house wishing never have to return but I know that will not be the case.
I hop into my busted 2009 Hyundai Sonata and drive out of the parking lot of my apartment and head onto work. The car, just like my two bedroom apartment, is a reflection of my …show more content…
The bright light was still there to be seen, but suddenly the urge to go to the light went away. And the farther I went back, the sound of a child crying was more evident. I recognized that the cry was Shawn. I want to go back. I want to go to Shawn, or anyone with open arms to love me. But no. I 'm dying. I see the light closer, and now I am drifting to it. I wonder where it 's taking me. Perhaps I may be going to heaven, or even hell…
Wait. Hold on a moment. I just realized something. I know that I am not going to hell. No no no. I 'm going to heaven. I 'm going to heaven because I am a good person. And there is no such thing as hell. The whole idea of hell is nonexistent because life consists of bad things that can only be imaginable in hell, but because hell is made by ourselves. Everyone is living their own hell, like I was. But when our life is over, it is time to go somewhere better. I feel where I 'm going.
As I get closer to the light, I see someone. I can only see their shadow. Perhaps it 's God or an angel. No, it can 't be. He reaches my hand, and I grab it. I 'm seeing him face to face. Then after a moment I tell him, “father, I love
I sell vacuum cleaners all day, and right now on an empty stomach it won 't be a good day. I go check on my wife at her room. Goodness gracious to think that we have been married for twenty years and sleeping separately for five out of the twenty years. Finally, I leave my “lovely” house wishing never have to return but I know that will not be the case.
I hop into my busted 2009 Hyundai Sonata and drive out of the parking lot of my apartment and head onto work. The car, just like my two bedroom apartment, is a reflection of my …show more content…
The bright light was still there to be seen, but suddenly the urge to go to the light went away. And the farther I went back, the sound of a child crying was more evident. I recognized that the cry was Shawn. I want to go back. I want to go to Shawn, or anyone with open arms to love me. But no. I 'm dying. I see the light closer, and now I am drifting to it. I wonder where it 's taking me. Perhaps I may be going to heaven, or even hell…
Wait. Hold on a moment. I just realized something. I know that I am not going to hell. No no no. I 'm going to heaven. I 'm going to heaven because I am a good person. And there is no such thing as hell. The whole idea of hell is nonexistent because life consists of bad things that can only be imaginable in hell, but because hell is made by ourselves. Everyone is living their own hell, like I was. But when our life is over, it is time to go somewhere better. I feel where I 'm going.
As I get closer to the light, I see someone. I can only see their shadow. Perhaps it 's God or an angel. No, it can 't be. He reaches my hand, and I grab it. I 'm seeing him face to face. Then after a moment I tell him, “father, I love