jered1998

As the bear was about to finish me off, my life flashed before my eyes. I had done nothing memorable, nothing worth putting me in heaven. I wished that I had put more into my life, done something that I could use to tell Peter at the pearly gates that I was a good mortal. At least helped an old woman across the street, or something. But no, the last few months I did nothing but stay in my little cabin and hunt nature’s beauty. The bear lurched over me, ready to stop playing and deliver the final blow. I braced myself for death and awaited the pain. To my surprise it didn’t come. I looked up through my bloodied eyes to see a godd