The Next Person You Meet in Heaven

by Mitch Albom

But all endings are also beginnings. And heaven is always thinking about us.

“Have you ever considered how many living things there are on earth?” Cleo asked. “People. Animals. Birds. Fish. Trees. It makes you wonder how anyone could feel lonely. Yet humans do. It’s a shame.”

Love is not revenge. It can’t be thrown like a rock. And you can’t create it to fix your problems.

“Because when I first got here, I met five people, too. And with every one of them, before I was through, I asked the same question, ’cause I couldn’t remember my last seconds on earth. ‘What happened? Did I save the little girl? Was my life a big waste?’”

But science only knows what it knows.

“You’re not getting it,” Eddie gently replied. “I needed to save you. It let me make up for the life I took. “That’s how salvation works. The wrongs we do open doors to do right.”

“Hey, kiddo?” She looked up. “There’s no such thing as a nobody. And there are no mistakes.”