The High Councilor and the Taxi Driver

[pam]

The High Councilor and the Taxi Driver

A high councilor and a taxi driver both died and went to heaven. St. Peter was at the Pearly gates waiting for them.

"Come with me," said St. Peter to the taxi driver.

The taxi driver did as he was told and followed St. Peter to a mansion. It had everything you could possible imagine - from a a bowling alley to an olympic size pool.

"Wow, thank you", said the taxi driver.

Next, St. Peter led the high councilor to a rugged shack with a bunk bed and an old television set.

"Wait! - I think you got us confused," said the high councilor. "Shouldn't I be the one who gets the mansion? After all I was a high councilor."

"Yes, is is true that you were a high councilor. But up here we measure people on results. During your talks people slept. When the taxi driver drove, everyone prayed."