The Life He Gave You

My name is Pamela and I am 14 years old. My mother’s name is Melissa and my father’s name is Jim. My father was a very good man, and incredible father, and a wonderful husband. I love him very much, but one day when I was about 10 or 11, the summer after third grade, my world came crashing down.

I was playing Nintendo and my nanny came to get me from daycare. I got in the car and my mom was crying. I started to cry because I hate it when my mom cries because I love her very much and I hate to see her sad. Anyways, my nanny drove us to my house and my mom sat me down and calmly told me that my dad had passed away. I began to ball my eyes out.

I don’t remember what I did after that, but when I was in my room thinking how this had happened and why it happened to me, I over heard my mom telling people the story I would never forget. She told everybody that he woke up and felt fine, like everything was a normal day. He ate breakfast, got dressed, said goodbye, and headed the door to the post office. While he was at the post office my mom headed to her job at the local feed store. When my dad returned to the feed store, out of nowhere he fell to the ground, and my mom and brother rushed him to the hospital.

I later found out he had a heart attack. I also found out that they had revived him, but they thought he needed to go. I honestly thought otherwise, but I couldn’t do anything.

The point in the entire story that I just told you is that I believe in 11:59 and counting. What that means is that every second is equal to 11:59. That one special day it hits 12:00, will be the exact second that God planned for you to go. He planned for my dad to go on July 16, 2001. I believe if someone dies of natural causes, such as heart attacks, that is the way and the time that you will go to Heaven, the greatest place in the universe. Of course, if you go to Heaven.

My preacher teaches us that the only unforgivable sin is not accepting Jesus Christ as your lord and savior. I mean he died a cruel death for you. He was beaten to death and nailed to the cross that he made to be spit at and made fun of because he loves you, and that was how he showed it. The least you could do is give the life he gave you back to him. Just remember that one cross plus three nails equals forever.