A fellow finds himself in front of

the Pearly Gates. St. Peter explains that its not so easy to get in

heaven. There are some criteria before entry is allowed.

For
example, was the man religious in life? Attend church? No? St.
Peter
told him that’s bad.

Was he generous? give money to the poor?
Charities? No? St. Peter told
him that that too was bad.

Did
he do any good deeds? Help his neighbor? Anything? No? St. Peter

was becoming concerned.

Exasperated, Peter says, “Look, everybody
does something nice
sometime. Work with me, I’m trying to help.
Now think!”

The man says, “There was this old lady. I came out of
a store and
found her surrounded by a dozen Hell’s Angels. They
had taken her purse
and were shoving her around, taunting and abusing
her.

I got so mad I threw my bags down, fought through the
crowd, and got
her purse back. I then helped her to her feet. I t
hen went up to the
biggest, baddest biker and told him how
despicable, cowardly and mean he
was and then spat in his face”.

“Wow”, said Peter, “That’s impressive. When did this happen”?

“Oh, about 10 minutes ago”, replied the man.