Have you ever heard the crowns we wear in heaven must be won on earth.  This is the thought or thoughts that were in my mind when I wrote that last poem. Sometimes I wonder how many times will I have to do some things to learn a lesson.  Quitting smoking is harder than I thought it would be.  I do good for weeks, and then boom, I'm back to killing my lungs.  Not just quitting smoking, there are many things I've done before that I've told myself I would never do again.    There's a story I remember about three men crossing the Sahara on horseback.  They approched a dry creek bed, and heard a voice tell them to pick up some pebbles, put them in their pockets, and not look at them till the next morning.  They were promised if they obeyed they would be both glad and sad.  They did what the voice said, mounted their horses and went on their way.  As the sunrise came at dawn, they reached in their pockets to find the pebbles had transformed to rubies and diamonds.  They realized the significance of their promise that they would be both glad and sad.  They were happy they picked up the pebbles but sorry that they hadn't collected more.  Looking up to Heaven the other day on the beach, I only saw it peeking out of a hole in a cloud.  Do we get that feeling when we all get to Heaven, like the song.   We will be happy for the treasures we have in Heaven, but maybe regretful that we didn't do more to serve HIM when we had the opportunities.  That poem I wrote meant a lot of things to me.  Sometimes I want so bad to have someone to love and someone to love me.  But for now I'm happy to have friends, and know that someone up there in Heaven loves me, and that is enough.  I'm happy most of the time, so maybe it's not so bad, but when I after I finished the poem, I felt kind of sad.  Guess we just got to make the most of our opportunites here on the big blue marble, so that we'll be more glad than sad.