Reflections on life in heaven and hell

She is the head of the personnel department and belongs to that kind of successful person. One day, she was walking in the street, but unfortunately, she was knocked down by a truck and died.

Her soul ascended to heaven. At the gate of heaven, she met St. Peter.

"Welcome to heaven." St Peter said to her, "You see, there are very few leaders here, and we are not sure how to arrange you."

"No problem, just let me in." She said.

"Oh, I'm happy to do so, but there are orders. All we have to do is let you spend a day in hell and a day in heaven, and then you can choose where to spend your eternal life. "

"I have made up my mind. I'd rather stay in heaven. " She said.

"Sorry, we have rules." With that, St. Peter sent the personnel director to the elevator, and the elevator went to hell layer by layer.

The door opened and she soon found herself on a golf course covered with green grass. There is a club in the distance, and all her friends are in front of her. They all worked with her, and now they are all dressed in evening dresses and in high spirits. These people came to greet her, kiss her face and recall the good old days. They played golf happily. In the evening, they had a dinner with lobster and caviar in the club. She also met the devil. In fact, he is a very amiable guy. He can dance and tell jokes. They had a good time. She was so happy that she didn't notice when to leave. When she boarded the elevator, everyone shook hands with her to say goodbye. The elevator goes up and down, and the door of heaven opens again. St Peter was waiting for her there: "Now it's time to go to heaven."

So she played the harp, sang songs and shuttled through the clouds. She was so happy that 24 hours passed before she knew it. St Peter came up to her and said, "You spent a day in hell and a day in heaven. Now you have to choose your eternal destination. "

She thought for a moment and replied, "Well, I wouldn't say that before." What I want to say is that heaven is precious, but I think I'd better stay in hell. So St. Peter put her in the elevator, and she went to hell floor by floor.

The elevator door opened and she found herself in a barren land full of feces and garbage. She saw all her friends there, dressed in rags, putting rubbish into black bags. The devil grabbed her and put his arm around her neck. "I don't understand," she mumbled something. "I saw a golf course and a club here yesterday ... we ate lobster and caviar ... we danced ... how happy we had! But now my friends are crawling around like a group of poor people. "

The devil looked at her and smiled: "We signed a contract with you yesterday, and now you are one of us."