A middle-aged man dies, and soon finds himself with both St. Peter and the devil. St. Peter asks his name. And he says, “Bower, Johnny Bower.” And St. Peter says, “Johnny Bower? Oh, Im so sorry, youre not supposed to die for another 5 years. We’ll have to send you back down.”
Mr. Bower is overjoyed, but he notices the two doors leading to Heaven and Hell, and hears what sounds like a party behind the door to Hell. He asks if he can go over and just look around. The devil says, “Of course, but just for a few minutes.” So he goes over and finds an incredible party going on, with wonderful food and drinks, and everyone obviously having a great time. He says to himself, “If this is Hell, I want to be part of it!”
So when he gets back to earth, he sins his brains out for the next 5 years, doing every immoral thing imaginable to be sure he winds up in Hell. And sure enough, 5 years to the day later, hes facing the devil again in front of the door to Hell. As the door opens, he hears no music, and there is no food or a party. There are just these flames leaping out from the door. In disbelief, he asks, “Wheres the party? Where are all the people having fun?” The devil grins and says, “Oh, you fell for that? Well, 5 years ago you were a prospect. Now youre a customer.”
Raising a teenager is like nailing Jell-O to a tree!