"Chad, come on. Michael is waiting. Stop playing with wings."

"I am not playing. I have to wax them, otherwise too much dust will stick to them."

"Yeh, yeh. That's exactly what I mean. Take your tools, and let's go."

They went outside, passed the field and came in front of a line of people. They stood near the gate, patiently waiting to be led in.

To the left stood Michael with a bucket in his hand. When he saw Chad, he called him with his finger.

"Chad, today we will have another lesson. I'll teach you how to know who will come through this gate. Take this bucket, and go after this woman. She will lead you to her burial. Please bring back all the tears from everybody there."

~x~x~

When Chad returned, Michael took a big book from his pocket and opened it on the page with woman's name.

"Look here, Chad. You see, on each line is written a sin or an evil she did to others. Put a tear on every line. You see, the line becomes empty.

Please continue. You missed this one. Ah, and this. Very well. Now the page is clean. Look into the bucket. What do you see there?"

"More tears."

"So, now we know that this woman made more good than bad in her life and she can enter here. Did you understand the lesson?"

"I think so."

"Then let's see how you work."

~x~x~

After ten minutes, Chad came to Michael and asked:

"I don't understand something. I went with this man and brought a bucket full of tears, much more than others, but they don't clean the page. Why is it?"

"Whose tears are they, Chad?"

"His."

"Were they shed during his life?"

"No. Only now."

"Why did he cry?"

"I said to him, that it seems that he cannot enter."

"So, here is your answer."