When I taught Second Grade for many many Wonderful & Beautiful Children, I often closed the week with a Story on Friday Afternoon! Thus, Once upon a time there were two blind men. One was rich & one was poor & they hated each other. When the blind lead the blind, do they not both end up in a pit? Yes & in this case the pit is hell. “We found our recruit,” they say. “If he's a red neck, all the better,” the others respond. It's an X-Intelligency/Millitary Operation & the stage is set. All Killers. Can you shoot him in the back of the head? Yes, says the poor man. The shooter is good at what he does. He really studies the spot. It is almost perfect & his betrayers make it even better. He lurks in the shadows. The two blind men belong to the devil as do the others. His mouth is arrogant. The other boasts. They don't like or follow Jesus. The shooter isn't the sharpest or largest tool in the shed. They both are killers. “Yes, we can slip him out right here.” “We can get him on the his way.” This is one of the reasons he was selected. The managers know he will never be caught. The shooter pulls his weapon out of the dark water. Dark water hides. “I'm going to light him up.” The shooter isn't too smart. The shooter is paid a tidy sum. The shooter wants to go swimming. He lurks under the darkwater. Bottleneck. One of the managers says: “It's too close to home!” The shooter turns the gun on himself. They both descend to hell. {I say: Oh, Lord I wish you could save him. Jesus Christ says: “Everyone decides where they want to go!” & “Everyone makes their own bed.”} The foolish poor man & the rich liar share the same home forever & ever & they live miserable forever, crying & gnashing their teeth. The End.