What Would You Put in Your One Carry On Bag ? and Forrest Gump Goes To Heaven

There once was a rich man who was near death. He was very grieved because he had worked so hard for his money and he wanted to take it with him to heaven. 

So he began to pray that he might be able to take some of his wealth with him.

An angel hears his plea and appears to him. "Sorry, but you can't take your wealth with you." 

The man implores the angel to speak to God to see if He might bend the rules.
The man continues to pray that his wealth could follow him.

The angel reappears and informs the man that God has decided to allow him to take one suitcase with him. 

Overjoyed, the man gathers his largest suitcase and fills it with pure gold bars and places it beside his bed.

Soon afterward the man dies and shows up at the Gates of Heaven to greet St. Peter.

Seeing the suitcase St. Peter says, "Hold on, you can't bring that in here!"

But, the man explains to St. Peter that he has permission and asks him to verify his story with God.

Sure enough, St. Peter checks and comes back saying, "You're right. You are allowed one carry-on bag, but I'm supposed to check its contents before letting it through."

St. Peter opens the suitcase to inspect the worldly items that the man found too precious to leave behind and exclaims, "You brought

What would you like to put in your one carry on bag to heaven ? 

                                                      Forrest Gump Goes to Heaven 

The day finally arrived. Forrest Gump dies and goes to Heaven. 

He is at the Pearly Gates, met by St. Peter himself. However, the gates are closed, and Forrest approaches the gatekeeper.

St. Peter said,

‘Well, Forrest, it is certainly good to see you. We have heard a lot about you.  I must tell you, though, that the
place is filling up fast,
and we have been administering an entrance examination for everyone.
  The test is short, but you have to pass it before you can get into Heaven.’

Forrest responds, ‘It sure is good to be here, St. Peter, sir. 
  But nobody ever told me about any entrance exam I sure hope that the test ain’t too hard.

Life was a big enough test as it was..’

St . Peter continued, ‘Yes, I know, Forrest, but the test is
only three questions.


What two days of the week begin with the letter T?


How many seconds are there in a year?


What is God’s first name?’

Forrest leaves to think the questions over.

He returns the next day and sees St. Peter, who waves him up, and says, ‘Now that you have had a chance to think the questions over, tell me your answers.’

Forrest replied, ‘Well, the first one –

which two days in the week begins with the letter ‘T’?

              Shucks, that one is easy. That would be
                         Today and Tomorrow..’

Saint Peter's eyes opened wide and he exclaimed,

‘Forrest, that is not what I was thinking, but you do have a point, and I guess I did
not specify, so I will give you credit for that answer. 
  How about the next one?’ asked St. Peter.‘How many seconds in a year?

Now that one is harder,’replied Forrest, ‘but I thunk and thunk about that, and I guess the only answer can be twelve.’

Astounded, St. Peter said, ‘Twelve? 

Twelve? Forrest, how in Heaven’s name could you come up with twelve seconds in a year?’

Forrest replied, ‘Shucks, there’sgot to be twelve: January 2nd,
February 2nd, March 2nd… ‘

‘Hold it,’ interrupts St. Peter.‘I see where you are going with this, and I see your point, though that was not quite what
I had in mind…. but I will have to give
you credit for that one, too.
  Let us go on with the third and final question.

Can you tell me God’s first name’?

‘Sure,’ Forrest replied,

‘it’s Andy.’

‘Andy?’ exclaimed an exasperated

and frustrated St Peter.

‘Ok, I can understand how you came up with your answers to my
first two questions, but just how in the
world did you come up with the
name Andy as the first name of God?’

‘Shucks, that was the easiestone of all,’ Forrest replied.
  "I learnt it from the song,




St. Peter opened the Pearly Gates,

and said: ‘Run, Forrest, run!’

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