Nat thought about it.  They had been good people.  The men that killed them and nearly had killed her were not.  "I want the ones that killed my folks to die though.  I don't know if I am a good person."  She admitted though she had spent time helping others along the streets old and young, herself even when she needed food and things as well.  "I've stolen to eat and help others eat.  So, I suppose I am not someone that they would want in Heaven."