Im A Busy Man

I woke up in a desolate wasteland, not in a literal sense, more in a figurative way. It was desolate because there was nothing, and a wasteland cause there quite literally, WAS NOTHING.

Let me explain how I ended up in this situation that I have found myself in.

While on my way to work, I was thinking about opening a new charity fund for recently I've found that there is a big initiative on planting more trees even though when they're cut down they release mass amounts of carbon. I was going to try and open a tree protection fund so that we can let them grow and give them enough time to actually help with the mass release of carbon to our atmosphere.

This was not a big goal for me though as I was already happy that so many people had helped in other funds I had begun. Such as a fund to help children in need in first world countries and in turn opening businesses that hire workers for future projects, giving those who lost there jobs work.

With all of this done, I thought I had done a great deal of good and was thinking of retiring and simply raising my children. I won't lie and say I was worried about money because even if I ran charities firstly, I did run a business to pay all those people and I hired. We researched a lot of new technology. Our company made the first completely bio-degradable packaging and got it passed as a conference bill that all-new plastics that are used for packaging should be bio-degradable, I didn't try and drain them of there money out of royalties though. They simply bought the rights to use it on a yearly basis, which for most people was not cheap, but for big companies, practically pocket change.

You may wonder why this is important at all, at that's simple, I got f.u.c.k.i.n.g killed. With all the good I did, someone out there just had to die today and god chose me. Or so I thought..., I was stabbed that day, broad f.u.c.k.i.n.g daylight, stabbed without anyone even noticing. I died there, on the pain, grovelling as my lungs collapsed from the open wound, and it all went dark. I opened my eyes to be sitting in a lone room, all bright white light, yet not hurting my eyes. Then I heard a voice as my terrain turned into a huge cliffside, as I sat at an old cherry wood table as an old man sat with me. He offered me tea but I declined, I'm not much of a fan. He says to me then, " Well lad, you sure did commit a lot of good in your life, more than I could've imagined for sure ", He chuckled at the fact.

I sat there, blank-faced. That's when I remembered what I always heard when I was young and watched T.V, I saw the bright white light, but there was no tunnel, must've taken transit. I looked at the old man after realizing this was probably some form of astral entity, something I would refer to as a god. " So, now that I appear to be dead, could you uh... tell me why there's no golden gate, or giant pit of fire, just a .... tea table? " I asked. The old man chuckled and replied, " Well its simple really, you did so much good, you've set a new world record, and dont get me wrong, your by no means the 'nicest person' to ever live, you just did the most active forms of kindness and reached a high amount of karma. ". I thought about it once more and realized as I quickly said, " Oh isn't that some kind of Chinese thing, with the big golden statue guy where you clap and burn candles? ". He spits out his tea and laughed hardily, " Heh, quite so my boy! Although it's not specifically Chinese, that doesn't matter, believe in it or not, you've gained so much Karma you even had the right to meet me, God! ". I looked at him confused and said, " Well I guess I was right, you are god and I am dead. So, what happens now? ". He then got serious and put down his tea and said in a tone I didn't think this cheery old man could use, " I have no idea.. you've reached a Karma that's too high, I cant actually keep you here, and you cant be reincarnated, you were more invited than anything, and you subconsciously accepted, so I guess, your the second TRUE god. ". I was shocked, to say the least.