When in Sochi

Tears In Heaven ♡

I woke up in a strange place. It was white, and pure, and filled with incense. There was no floor, and no roof. I was just... Floating. Except I WASN'T floating. Do you feel me? God damn it why am I always waking up in strange places?

"Don't use my name in vain," I heard a firm voice say quietly. I whirled around, startled. Behind me was a guy that could pass as Albus Dumbledore. He was dressed in all white, and his beard too. Is this...

"God?" I whispered breathlessly, tears streaming down my face. I always imagined him to be.... Well, I imagined him exactly to look like this.

"That's because I appeal to you the way you visualize me, the way you see me. I have no form, for I am one powerful omnipotent being. But since this is how you see me, like King Triton from the Little Mermaid or Albus Dumbledore, this is how I shall appear."

"Am I dead?" I asked him.

He shrugged and winked. "Are you dead? You could be. Or you could just be high."

"I know I'm not supposed to smoke weed like that," I said. "I, I just... I didn't want to die. My purpose on earth hasn't even been realized yet."

God shook his head and chuckled. "You're wrong, my child. It already has. You've fulfilled your purpose."

I was confused. "How? I'm a pretty bad person, sir. God. Your Majesty..."

God smiled and patted me on the back. "Let's make a list. It was my plan for you to turn 26 from 16. I made those Northern Lights with a twirl of my pinky. I brought you on that plane to Sochi. You know why?"

I shook my head. "No."

God rolled up the clouds in front of us and we saw an image of Apolo face-timing with someone. It was as if we were watching TV.

"He hasn't seen his mother in decades. Now because of you, Apolo reunites with her and learns to forgive her for leaving him. All thanks to you."

Another scene materialized. It was a scene of JR and his USA relay team holding up silver medals and standing up together on a podium.

"He still doesn't know that you died," God said. I gulped. I really miss him....

"You taught him the gift of love and protection, as you protected him from the press. You also saved his Olympic speed skating career. He would have been framed for a positive dope testing if it weren't for you."

A scene of Mr. Boehner popped up. He was tearing up in his desk and looking at my resignation letter.

"You taught HIM to appreciate every little thing in life. And to be a better father to his kids and a better husband to his wife."

Then a scene of Gretchen appeared. He was in his bedroom crying and ripping up People magazines. "You taught him that karma's a b.i.t.c.h."

I smiled. That's the closest God will go to swearing. Then he looked over at me and smiled. His eyes were the bluest of blues. He held out his hand and beckoned for me to take it.

"Now I usually give people a choice. Do you want to go back to earth and keep living your life? Of course, living a 'better life' I should say? Or do you already want to come with me to Heaven. Heaven awaits, Ms. Young."

I frowned for a minute. "Well, if I chose to stay on earth, will that change my outcome on if I go to heaven or hell or not?"

God scratched his perfect head and stroked his snow white beard. "As I said, it's your choice. Do you feel like there's more to your life's purpose than what you've already accomplished?"

I thought about it. God waited patiently for my reply. Then I smiled up at him and said, "I've made my decision."