I Really Lived!

"I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car,

wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, 

perfectly manicured fingernails.
I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels

from taking kids to scout camp.
I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt 

from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children.
I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails 

from helping to weed someone's garden.
I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks 

and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.
I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived."

— Marjorie Pay Hinckley