College Of Charleston

College of Charleston: If you could go anywhere for 24 hours, not limited by time or space, where would you go, what would you do, and why?

Yesterday the doctor told me I had 24 hours to live. My parents asked me where I wanted to go. I told them the only place where I can be happy. A few seconds later I was sliding down the most beautiful rainbow. At the base of the rainbow I found a leprechaun wearing an emerald green coat, and a cocked hat. He was crouched down his back facing me. To his right was a crock of gold where he would place each gold coin. I could hear him counting, 99Ð'...100Ð'...101. In between each number he would let out an impish laugh. I crept towards the imp on the toes of my feet never letting my heel touch the ground. When I came within 10 feet, I unraveled my belt. Using the same technique I had observed numerous times on television, I threw the leprechaun down and pressed my knee against his chest while I tied the belt around his wrists. Chuck Norris would have been proud of the maneuver. When I made sure he couldn't get up, I headed for the gold. Inside the pot was a site unlike anything I had ever seen. In the middle of every coin was a dollar sign. No amount of money could ever compensate for my findings. Every hair on my body stood up when I reached into the pile of gold. It was better than any feeling I had experienced, including Christmas morning.

I picked out one coin and put it in my back pocket. The leprechaun was gone by the time I turned around, but it didn't matter because I had a gold coin. I resumed my adventure by walking back to the rainbow. I climbed up onto the rainbow and followed it above the clouds until I saw the peak of a mountain. Ahead of me was an enormous star, shining even brighter than I could imagine. As I approached the light, I saw two pearly gates. The gates were made out of gold and had beautiful carvings engraved upon them.. On each side of the gate there stood a regal man draped in beautiful garments, shoeless, with a halo on his head. In each of their hands rested a golden staff .

A line of hunched-over elderly people dressed in hospital gowns stood in front of the gate, each attempting to enter or be met with the intercrossed staffs. Very few were denied and I observed the miracle as their backs would straighten and suddenly beautiful fabrics would appear to clothe their bodies. I felt compelled to enter the crowd and grew worrisome as I approached the gates. Had I sinned too many times? Was I worthy?

As I reached the front of the line, I was sweating bullets and could feel