This isn't what I planned on

"You know, I'm not sure if I'm going to heaven"

These words didn't come as quite as a shock as you might expect, but still they wern't what I particurly wanted to talk about for the seemly pleasent sunday lunch.

I just played with my buscuit until I said the only thing I knew.

"Why?"

He was silent for a quite a while, taking a bite of his food, then picking up his napkin, whiping his chin that didn't need whiping and rubbing his nose that actualy did. Then he did it again.

"There were times I stayed in a fox whole when I could of gone out and saved someones life..." He started to cry, not entirly unusual, he does that a lot lately, but I'm not sure I'll get all together used to it.

"Or at least, I could of tired"

And this is when my mind starts to scream I DID NOT AGREE TO THIS! I just wanted to eat left overs, yet here I am talking about the unknown with an 82 year old vetrin.

And a math teacher, but thats anotehr story.

I did'nt know what to say, and I still don't....I did not think Red Lobster was the place to talk about eternal salvation, nor do I particurly think I'm one who should talk to him about it.

But now I'm thinking that anywhere is fine, and that next time I better get used to being the one.

Even if it is in Red Lobster.