By now the boys had forgotten their previous fears and were gathered close about John. This ques­tion made all of them laugh. "He won't even be liv­ing," said one of them. "He'll be dead by that time." Luis looked at his half-eaten orange. "I will, too," he said defiantly. "I'll be a hundred years old." "All right. And how old will you be in 1824?" At this even Luis had to smile. He could not see himself living for two hundred years. "I'll be dead by 1824," he admitted. "Dead and buried." "And your soul?" The boy laughed awkwardly. "Why I guess it will be in Heaven, Brother." "You're sure? You're working hard to make it worthy?" By now six pairs of young eyes were fixed on John in puzzled concern. With a gentle smile he rose to his feet. "Don't be so serious, boys. I only asked a simple question. You see, I find it rather nice to think about the future sometimes, about the years 1724 and 1824 and so on. I ask myself if I am doing my duty now, as well as I can, so that those years will find me happy with God. It's a good habit, I think." Learn more about the amazing story of Blessed John Masias in this amazing tale of his sanctity.