wo days ago, one of the kids I work with -- and he is the worst kid, really, the most troubled -- started talking about heaven. He was trying to win an argument over the use of the foster home's new Barbie Motor Scooter, and his bottom line was that he knew who should use it because he had spoken to God. Just to prove it, he said heaven is a place with two suns and five moons, where there are no stupid rules and all the houses are empty because everyone is in the graveyard, jamming.
I thought that was nice. (He still had to wait his turn for the motor scooter.)
As for resolutions, well, give up smoking or chocolate if you want, but I think we're all just fine.