About every other day I am lucky enough to provide a service to individuals in need. I help these people get out of a horrible situation that they have put themselves into. About every other day I travel down to hell and retrieve an individual who God has felt served his or her time and I get to give them a second chance.
Actually, Hell isn’t really down. Sometimes it’s sideways or diagonal or even up. It’s all perspective I guess. Not really sure why it changes locations. The others in my line of business haven’t been able to tell me and I haven’t really spent that much time on trying to decipher the secrets of the universe since my death.
On April 5, 1999 I failed to look both ways when I was crossing the street and a car hit me. The driver of the car wasn’t kind enough to stop and see if I needed help but truthfully how many drivers stop when they hit a dog.
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