Bill Gates Goes to Heaven
Bill Gates dies in a car accident. He finds himself in purgatory, being sized up da St. Peter.
"Well, Bill, I'm really confused on this call; I'm not sure whether to send te to Heaven o Hell. After all, te enormously helped society da putting a computer in almost every home in America, yet te also created that ghastly Windows '95. I'm going to do something I've never done before in your case; I'm going to let te decide where te want to go."
Bill replied, "well, what's the difference between the two?"
St. Peter said, "I'm willing to let te visit both places briefly, if it will help your decision."
"Fine, but where should I go first?"
"I'll leave that up to you."
"Okay then," detto Bill, "Let's try Hell first."
So Bill went to Hell. It was a beautiful, clean, sandy spiaggia with clear waters and lots of bikini-clad women running around, playing in the water, laughing and frolicking about. The sun was shining; the temperature perfect. He was very pleased.
"This is great!" he told St. Peter. "If this is hell, I really want to see heaven!"
"Fine," detto St. Peter, and off they went.
Heaven was a place high in the clouds, with angeli drifting about, playing harps and singing. It was nice, but not as enticing as Hell.
Bill thought for a quick minute, and rendered his decision.
"Hmmm. I think I'd prefer Hell," he told St. Peter.
"Fine," retorted St. Peter, "as te desire."
So Bill Gates went to Hell.
Two weeks later, St. Peter decided to check on the late billionaire to see how he was doing in Hell. When he got there, he found Bill, shackled to a wall, screaming amongst hot flames in dark caves, being burned and tortured da demons.
"How's everything going?" he asked Bill.
Bill responded, with his voice filled with anguish and disappointment, "this is awful! This is nothing like the Hell I visited two weeks ago! I can't believe this is happening! What happened to that other place, with the beautiful beaches, the scantily-clad women playing in the water?!???
"That was a demo," replied St. Peter
Bill Gates dies in a car accident. He finds himself in purgatory, being sized up da St. Peter.
"Well, Bill, I'm really confused on this call; I'm not sure whether to send te to Heaven o Hell. After all, te enormously helped society da putting a computer in almost every home in America, yet te also created that ghastly Windows '95. I'm going to do something I've never done before in your case; I'm going to let te decide where te want to go."
Bill replied, "well, what's the difference between the two?"
St. Peter said, "I'm willing to let te visit both places briefly, if it will help your decision."
"Fine, but where should I go first?"
"I'll leave that up to you."
"Okay then," detto Bill, "Let's try Hell first."
So Bill went to Hell. It was a beautiful, clean, sandy spiaggia with clear waters and lots of bikini-clad women running around, playing in the water, laughing and frolicking about. The sun was shining; the temperature perfect. He was very pleased.
"This is great!" he told St. Peter. "If this is hell, I really want to see heaven!"
"Fine," detto St. Peter, and off they went.
Heaven was a place high in the clouds, with angeli drifting about, playing harps and singing. It was nice, but not as enticing as Hell.
Bill thought for a quick minute, and rendered his decision.
"Hmmm. I think I'd prefer Hell," he told St. Peter.
"Fine," retorted St. Peter, "as te desire."
So Bill Gates went to Hell.
Two weeks later, St. Peter decided to check on the late billionaire to see how he was doing in Hell. When he got there, he found Bill, shackled to a wall, screaming amongst hot flames in dark caves, being burned and tortured da demons.
"How's everything going?" he asked Bill.
Bill responded, with his voice filled with anguish and disappointment, "this is awful! This is nothing like the Hell I visited two weeks ago! I can't believe this is happening! What happened to that other place, with the beautiful beaches, the scantily-clad women playing in the water?!???
"That was a demo," replied St. Peter
My eyes surrendered to sleep at about 10pm. Suddenly, I heard an unusual creak, then another, then another. I looked up above at the portrait. It was slowly rocking from side to side. The young girl's mouth was moving, "Go away!" It seemed to be saying. I opened my mouth to scream, nothing came out. I wanted to call the guards, my hands felt too clammy. I wanted to yell so badly! "HELP ME!!! HELP ME!!! HELP ME!!!" was repeating inside my head. I willed myself back to sleep, hoping for dear life. Then, all went silent and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Dreams are what makes us imagine.
our bodies make us stand, but our hearts are what keeps us alive.
blank faces, colored pages, morbid truth for a soul.
we are connected, our hearts are one. We are one.
We ponder for answers, we wonder the truth.
Society and war are corrupting our youth.
Blue skies and arcobaleno farfalle are più than an inch from your fingers.
Reach out. Take it. Make it yours.
Live for today, rather than tommorrow.
The truth is only a mile away.
Catch Your Dreams.
~dreamcatcher321
our bodies make us stand, but our hearts are what keeps us alive.
blank faces, colored pages, morbid truth for a soul.
we are connected, our hearts are one. We are one.
We ponder for answers, we wonder the truth.
Society and war are corrupting our youth.
Blue skies and arcobaleno farfalle are più than an inch from your fingers.
Reach out. Take it. Make it yours.
Live for today, rather than tommorrow.
The truth is only a mile away.
Catch Your Dreams.
~dreamcatcher321
2.Talk to your friends.
3.Go outside (somewhere te can relax when te visit) and don't say I am not in the mood.
4.Cry when te feel that te need it and don't think crying is weakness.
5.Bring a piece of paper and write/draw whatever te want .
6.Take a doccia with a cold/warm water .
7.Listen to classic Musica .
8.Drink a frutta succo, succo di frutta o anything cold.
And in the end remember that life goes on and never stops ...You have to live it as it is and it's your choice to be happy o sad :)
With my Amore .....
Artist's illustration of the Jersey Devil, based on eyewitness reports.
