Booing the fish at the aquarium.

Of all the good things I've done, most were unobserved. Does God needs a witness as well as himself, to allow my gentle ascend to heaven?

Or will the good in me come to outweigh the bad?

As a child, I took to the streets after rainfall,  to save the worms which had found their way to the concrete. 

As a child, I took to the streets after rainfall, and the birds did not eat. 

I have spent years trying to collect good deeds, of purity and pleasant thoughts and i’m terribly afraid that when I die, Gods decider will be that time I stood there, booing fish at the aquarium.