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I am reminded of a story, heard on television of all places.

I have turned it to the poet’s quill and here is how it goes:

A man waited on his rooftop

As the water rose round his home

He waited for God to rescue him

A small boat came by

And offered the man a ride

Yet he said, No thank you

I need no place to hide

A larger boat came roaring up

To offer the man some help

Yet he said, No thank you

I wait for my Savior to arrive

Soon, a helicopter flew over

And supplied the man a rope

Yet he said, No thank you

I haven’t yet given up hope

The man drowned

And left for the pearly gates

And said, when he saw Jesus

What the hell, you were much too late!

Jesus said what’s the deal?

I sent several to delay your fate

It just shows to go you, fixed beliefs can ruin your day.

From the poetry collection Simple Gold