Playing with semantics at heaven’s gate

I had a dream I died and went to heaven.

But the gate was closed.

I asked St. Peter what was up, why couldn’t I get in?

St. Peter paused for a second, and then told me I made a poor showing of my life.

I said to St. Peter that I did the best I could with what I had, and the tools I had to work with.

St. Peter smiled, and said yes, that is why I was human.

And the door to heaven opened and I stepped inside the gate.