While attempting to restore the bell of my church with two members of my church school class and my car parked out front, one of the boys noticed a boy from my scout troop passing below and shouted for him to go home. Recognizing my car, he thought that I was the shouter and responded with a derogatory comment. This caused me to feel that I had failed in my teaching to both units under my direction. Seeing that I was noticeably distressed, God sent me a vision that led me to experience a journey on a path to heaven. Upon reaching the intended destination, I was met by Jesus who invited me to enter and bask in the joy of a heavenly celebration. I was met with a sound of the most pleasant composition I have ever heard with the words being sung coming to my ears enticing me to sing along with the exuberance of my full bass voice that lifted my spirits well into the evening. The next morning I asked my mother, a light sleeper, if she had heard me singing and she replied she had heard not a word. For a better understanding of this event, you should read this book