Alana was a fabulous concert pianist. She gave concerts all over the world. Critics raved. Audiences swooned.
“God has truly blessed you,” said Bethany.
“God has blessed me, my foot!” said Alana. “My talent is the result of hard work. I practised for hours as a kid. My ability has nothing to do with the fiction you call God. It has everything to do with me and me and me. Grow up.”
You wouldn’t believe it, but Alana died. “I had no idea that heaven was real,” said Alana arriving at the pearly gates. “I thought all this heaven stuff was a load of hogwash.”
“What would you like to do?” asked God (in a booming voice). “Who would you like to be?”
“I want to be the greatest pianist that ever existed,” said Alana.
WOOSH! Her request was answered immediately. There she was on a distant planet somewhere in the constellation of Piscis Austrinus. There sat the perfect grand piano. Alana began to play.
“I am truly blessed,” thought Alana.
Eventually it dawned on her. She was the only one on the planet.
Weave a Web 
Be careful what you wish for…especially if there’s someone around capable of granting it!
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Too true – although I wished yesterday that my old truck didn’t get a flat tyre in the pouring rain!
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While I enjoyed the humour and irony of the proceedings, it did occur to me the last thing we need in this trouble-tattered world is a vengeful, contemptuous God.
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I suspect it’s not the god that’s vengeful – it’s the pianist deciding her own fate!?
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Did the earth just move for you?
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Yes – my PC bounced around all over the desk – it was centred about 100k (I suppose) from me. It was pretty tame. The cat woke up meowed and went back to sleep.
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Crikey!
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That’s what you get for being ungrateful! Still, plenty time to practice…
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… and practice makes perfect…
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