"Goodbye, son," were my last words.

With that, I closed my eyes for the last time. As my spirit separated and rose to the heavens, I could see my body on the hospital bed surrounded by the ones whom I loved. All of them. They continued to live good lives and support the ones they loved. My son was working on a financial trading system when I left. He wanted to change the future of Sierra Leone to empower the nation after the era of turmoil finally ceased. My wife was the first to establish a school in the nation for the children who were regaining their morality after fighting for the diamonds. The world would be a better place in their hands.

I wasn't quite sure where I was going. A few of my cousins had told me about Allah, and a couple of others told me about Jesus, but I tended not to think about these things too much. To me, death was the only foregone conclusion for every soul. So why not make the experience of life positive for everyone?

There was certainly no lack of opportunity at Sierra Leone. My parents had both been taken by the cartel while the rest of my village was burnt. My friends were shot in front of me when they tried to fight. I had no choice but to join the cartel when they came. They gave me a gun when I was 12 years old, and I eventually felt powerful when I used it. I never hurt anybody though, even if it was fun to shoot. I couldn't stand for the ways of the cartel, but if I stood up against them, my fate would be the same as that of the others.

I did find a toolbox though.

Over the course of my year in the cartel, the jeeps we used became unusually unreliable. They never figured out why the tires would sometimes be flat or the engines would not run. We would spend days stuck at each village trying to repair machinery. I estimated that 45 thousand people survived because we could not travel continuously. They never caught me.

Honestly, I was surprised that I could even think and remember as a spirit, but I wasn't complaining. I rose above the clouds and finally came to a stop. There was a man waiting for me. He looked like my father.

"Who are you?" I asked him.

"I am God," he replied.

"Where are we?" I asked him.

"This is heaven. I've been waiting for you," he replied. 

"Where is everybody else?" I asked him.

He smiled back at me and said, "You are the first one here. The first one to protect my creation in every way. The first to truly understand that good is not the absence of evil. The first to pass your morals to everyone around you without exception. So welcome."