The first nun stepped forward eagerly. “I would-a like to be Taylor Swift,” she said, dreaming of music and bright lights. With a soft poof, she vanished. The second followed without hesitation. “I want-a to be Madonna,” she declared, imagining bold creativity and reinvention. Poof—she was gone. St. Peter turned to the third nun, who stood calmly, smiling.
“And you, sister?” he asked.
“I want-a to be Alberto Pipalini,” she said gently. St. Peter blinked. He searched his records. “I’m sorry, sister, but I don’t recognize that name. Is he famous?” The nun pulled out a small newspaper clipping and pointed to the headline: ‘Local Man Alberto Pipalini Named Happiest Person Alive.’ The article explained that Alberto lived a simple life—running a small business, helping neighbors, laughing often, and never chasing fame.
St. Peter burst into laughter. “After everything I’ve seen,” he said, “that might be the smartest choice of all.” With a wave of his hand, poof—the third nun disappeared. As the gates closed, St. Peter smiled, reminded once again that true happiness isn’t about fame, but about choosing joy wherever you are.