The time came to be observed, to review the happenings of the days. I was promised a fair and impartial assessment. Hopes were high as was the apprehension of the unknown.
We’ve heard said our lives pass before our eyes at times of threat. This was the experience. All was open to review and assessment. So much was covered yet the process was complete in what seemed an instant. I’d hoped for a Grade 1, 2 or possibly 3. An inadequate Grade 4 was unthinkable.
The time arrived. When the judgement came it was a 2. I’d made a difference.
I was summoned into heaven.