Heaven Can Wait

He wasn’t ready for the ultimate touchdown in the sky! It was a beautiful day. His knee was better. Joe was almost ready for the big game. As he cycled home from the Malibu hills, a modest camper left the beach followed by an old Ford van filled with tanned, teenage surfers. Joy-riding, buzzed on wine, the van played at passing. They were still jockeying for first as they entered the tunnel. Pedaling easily, Joe entered from the opposite end. Suddenly there was the screech of rubber, the scrape of metal, the shattering of glass. When the van skidded out, Joe’s bike lay mangled, riderless on the battered hood. Was it over, or had it just begun? Joe’ still got a lot to do and… Heaven Can Wait!