{"id":122,"date":"2013-09-08T16:29:31","date_gmt":"2013-09-08T16:29:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.briancullen.net\/stories\/?p=122"},"modified":"2013-09-08T16:29:31","modified_gmt":"2013-09-08T16:29:31","slug":"heaven-and-hell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/teachingstories.briancullen.net\/de\/2013\/09\/08\/heaven-and-hell\/","title":{"rendered":"Heaven and Hell"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A woman who had worked all her life to bring about good was granted one wish: &#8222;Before I die let me visit both hell and heaven.&#8220; Her wish was granted.<br \/>\nShe was whisked off to a great banqueting hall. The tables were piled high with delicious food and drink. Around the tables sat miserable, starving people as wretched as could be. &#8222;Why are they like this?&#8220; she asked the angel who accompanied her. &#8222;Look at their arms,&#8220; the angel replied. She looked and saw that attached to the people&#8217;s arms were long chopsticks secured above the elbow. Unable to bend their elbows, the people aimed the chopsticks at the food, missed every time and sat hungry, frustrated and miserable. &#8222;Indeed this is hell! Take me away from here!&#8220;<br \/>\nShe was then whisked off to heaven. Again she found herself in a great banqueting hall with tables piled high. Around the tables sat people laughing, contented, joyful. &#8222;No chopsticks I suppose,&#8220; she said. &#8222;Oh yes there are. Look &#8211; just as in hell they are long and attached above the elbow but look&#8230; here people have learnt to feed one another&#8220;. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A woman who had worked all her life to bring about good was granted one wish: &#8222;Before I die let me visit both hell and heaven.&#8220; Her wish was granted. She was whisked off to a great banqueting hall. The tables were piled high with delicious food and drink. Around the tables sat miserable, starving [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,15],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-122","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-other","category-stories"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/teachingstories.briancullen.net\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/122","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/teachingstories.briancullen.net\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/teachingstories.briancullen.net\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/teachingstories.briancullen.net\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/teachingstories.briancullen.net\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=122"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/teachingstories.briancullen.net\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/122\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/teachingstories.briancullen.net\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=122"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/teachingstories.briancullen.net\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=122"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/teachingstories.briancullen.net\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=122"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}