I RECENTLY heard a story about a man, one of questionable morals, who found himself before the pearly gates.
“Have you ever done anything of particular merit,” the attending angel asked as he scanned through the records for the man’s name.
“Well, I can think of one thing …” the man offered.
“Once I came upon a gang of high-testosterone bikers who were threatening a young woman. I directed them to leave her alone, but they wouldn’t listen.
“So I approached the largest and most heavily tattooed biker. I smacked him on the head, kicked his bike over, ripped out his nose ring and threw it on the ground, and told him, ‘Leave her alone now or you’ll answer to me!’ ”
The angel looked up from the records, “That’s…