I stood before the escalator and was filled with fear. I had always believed there was a staircase to Heaven. Hadn’t Led Zeppelin sang so?
At least no one was pushing passed me as I had experienced in life. The people going up calm, none of them had any problems.
An angel appeared and ask, ‘what’s wrong?’
‘I can’t…I have a phobia!’ I cried.
‘Oh, you can take the elevator then.’
I shook my head, ‘I can’t bear them either.’
‘We shall go the original way; the golden stairs.’
I nodded and became more at ease.
‘You know, I prefer that way,’ the angel added, ‘I don’t why we stopped using it.’
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/02/05/7-february-2020/ with thanks).
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