Heaven or Hell

Thirty-five minutes ago, I stood in front of a huge crucifix thinking about two years gone by. I had gotten a divorce just before my only child died. It was a horrible situation for me, coupled with the fact that I have been jobless, cashless and have been feeding from hand to mouth. I went seeking spiritual help from church to church, temple to temple, and from shrine to shrine. Life seemed a place I was not called to be. I lamented my state of utter anguish, frustration, desperation, misery and melancholy. I lay every night, sleeplessly waiting for the dawn to break.

I traveled to the biggest commercial city in my country in search of greener pastures. I slept under the bridge for two weeks only to secure a job in a hotel that was to pay me after two months service. I accepted the job offer and started working in full force. My boss liked me and I was happy. I toiled and moiled until the twentieth day of my second month when the hotel closed up and I left with no penny on me.

Immediately I left the hotel, I started shoplifting, a practice which metamorphosed into bank robbery. I am now the leader of a gang of thieves. My heart is hardened and I see nothing wrong with it. I don't know where I'm going after here, heaven or Hell.