Why Do bạn Expect Me to Help You? Did bạn Forget What bạn Have Done to Me?
It was summer, and I was sitting outside with Allen, talking about nothing. Just then, Uncle Bob called for me to come inside. When I came in, he said, "Pastor Thomas is on the phone. He asked to speak with you." I said, "Tell him I died." Uncle Bob said, "I don't think he'd fall for that." Reluctantly, I picked up the phone. "Hello," I said. Pastor Thomas said, "Hello, John. Is that you?" I said, "Yeah. Who's to know?" He said, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I need your help. Lately, I have been having trouble keeping control of my church." I found it amusing, and I was tempted to say, "What goes around comes around, huh!" Instead, I said, "Go on." He said, "We were getting new designs for our stained glass windows, and half of the congregation đã đưa ý kiến that they wanted the windows to have biblical characters. The other half đã đưa ý kiến that they didn't. What should I do?" I said, "Wait a minute. You're calling for my help, because your church is fighting over something stupid like stained glass windows?! You're not so different from the Lilliputians from Gulliver's Travels." Pastor Thomas đã đưa ý kiến sarcastically, "I miss your sense of humor, John. Do bạn miss it, too?" I said, "That wasn't a joke." He said, "Just help me." I said, "After what bạn did to me, bạn expect me to help you." He said, "Yes." I asked, "Are bạn forgetting that bạn tried to kill me?" He said, "I'm sorry. That was out of line." I said, "If bạn want my advice, just get one type of stained glass window. If the church doesn't like it, they can get over it." He said, "Thanks, John. I knew bạn would come to forgive me." I said, "It wasn't easy." He asked me if I stopped listening to rock music. I said, "That's never going to change." He said, "You know what, I wish bạn were dead! bạn don't deserve to live!" He hung up. I said, "Jerk of all jerks! He pretends to change his attitude, and then he tells me that I don't deserve to live." That night, I had another nightmare. Since Pastor Thomas attempted to kill me, I had been having nightmares every now and then, but this one was terrible. I was walking in a forest, and I saw the ghost of my dog, Beatle. I was happy to see my dog again. In typical dog fashion, he urged me to follow him. I said, "I'm coming, Beatle!" I then heard my father calling my name. I said, "I'm coming, Father! I'm coming!" bởi the time I got up the hill, my father had disappeared. Just then, Pastor Thomas stabbed me in the back. Lying on the cold ground, bleeding, I saw visions of demons, the devil, and Hell. Some vultures circled over me, waiting on me to die. I closed my eyes and died. When I woke up, I saw nothing but darkness. I screamed until I realized that I was in my bedroom. I took deep breaths and đã đưa ý kiến to myself, "It's okay, John. You're still alive. It was only a nightmare." I got up and turned on the television. Uncle Bob came into the living room. He said, "John, it's 5:00 am. Are bạn all right?" I said, "No, I had a terrible nightmare." He asked, "What was it?" I told him what happened in the dream. He hugged me. He said, "Pastor Thomas will never get you, not if I have anything to do with it." I said, "Really?" He said, "Of course! I'd do anything for my yêu thích nephew." I said, "I'm your only nephew." He said, "That's why I'd do anything for you." I smiled. He then added, "And do bạn honestly think John Lennon would let that happen to you?" I said, "Of course not!" After a moment of silence, I said, "Hold it! How do bạn know John Lennon is my spirit guide?" Uncle Bob said, "I've heard bạn talking with him when bạn thought I wasn't around." I smiled and thought about my spirit guide. Having John Lennon for a spirit guide made me feel like the luckiest guy alive.
It was summer, and I was sitting outside with Allen, talking about nothing. Just then, Uncle Bob called for me to come inside. When I came in, he said, "Pastor Thomas is on the phone. He asked to speak with you." I said, "Tell him I died." Uncle Bob said, "I don't think he'd fall for that." Reluctantly, I picked up the phone. "Hello," I said. Pastor Thomas said, "Hello, John. Is that you?" I said, "Yeah. Who's to know?" He said, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I need your help. Lately, I have been having trouble keeping control of my church." I found it amusing, and I was tempted to say, "What goes around comes around, huh!" Instead, I said, "Go on." He said, "We were getting new designs for our stained glass windows, and half of the congregation đã đưa ý kiến that they wanted the windows to have biblical characters. The other half đã đưa ý kiến that they didn't. What should I do?" I said, "Wait a minute. You're calling for my help, because your church is fighting over something stupid like stained glass windows?! You're not so different from the Lilliputians from Gulliver's Travels." Pastor Thomas đã đưa ý kiến sarcastically, "I miss your sense of humor, John. Do bạn miss it, too?" I said, "That wasn't a joke." He said, "Just help me." I said, "After what bạn did to me, bạn expect me to help you." He said, "Yes." I asked, "Are bạn forgetting that bạn tried to kill me?" He said, "I'm sorry. That was out of line." I said, "If bạn want my advice, just get one type of stained glass window. If the church doesn't like it, they can get over it." He said, "Thanks, John. I knew bạn would come to forgive me." I said, "It wasn't easy." He asked me if I stopped listening to rock music. I said, "That's never going to change." He said, "You know what, I wish bạn were dead! bạn don't deserve to live!" He hung up. I said, "Jerk of all jerks! He pretends to change his attitude, and then he tells me that I don't deserve to live." That night, I had another nightmare. Since Pastor Thomas attempted to kill me, I had been having nightmares every now and then, but this one was terrible. I was walking in a forest, and I saw the ghost of my dog, Beatle. I was happy to see my dog again. In typical dog fashion, he urged me to follow him. I said, "I'm coming, Beatle!" I then heard my father calling my name. I said, "I'm coming, Father! I'm coming!" bởi the time I got up the hill, my father had disappeared. Just then, Pastor Thomas stabbed me in the back. Lying on the cold ground, bleeding, I saw visions of demons, the devil, and Hell. Some vultures circled over me, waiting on me to die. I closed my eyes and died. When I woke up, I saw nothing but darkness. I screamed until I realized that I was in my bedroom. I took deep breaths and đã đưa ý kiến to myself, "It's okay, John. You're still alive. It was only a nightmare." I got up and turned on the television. Uncle Bob came into the living room. He said, "John, it's 5:00 am. Are bạn all right?" I said, "No, I had a terrible nightmare." He asked, "What was it?" I told him what happened in the dream. He hugged me. He said, "Pastor Thomas will never get you, not if I have anything to do with it." I said, "Really?" He said, "Of course! I'd do anything for my yêu thích nephew." I said, "I'm your only nephew." He said, "That's why I'd do anything for you." I smiled. He then added, "And do bạn honestly think John Lennon would let that happen to you?" I said, "Of course not!" After a moment of silence, I said, "Hold it! How do bạn know John Lennon is my spirit guide?" Uncle Bob said, "I've heard bạn talking with him when bạn thought I wasn't around." I smiled and thought about my spirit guide. Having John Lennon for a spirit guide made me feel like the luckiest guy alive.