Maybe - who knows?

 

I’ve heard it said that whatever affliction you have here on earth, doesn’t exist once you’re in Heaven.  It’s like you are your old self again, and the reason you are there is to become a better you.  You get to see how you were while here and then attempt to improve upon it.  It’s like getting a do-over.

I’d like to think that once I get to Heaven, I’ll no longer have spelling issues.  Everything will come out right the first time.  They’ll be no need for a proof-reader, for there will no longer be little goofs.

Once all that is under control, I’ll be free to expand my vocabulary.  And if it truly is Heaven, there will be massive crates of commas on every corner, with little signs that say, FREE, help yourself, take as many as you want.  Sprinkle them over your stories, let them land where they may.  Wherever they fall will not be wrong.  Everything will always be perfect.  After all, this is Heaven.