I guess that depends. Do you mean before or after I died? Before, the only role in society I had was to try and stay alive. It's a rough world. There are an awful lot of big guys out there ready to beat up a total stranger just for the hell of it. They’re not all bad people, you know. They’re angry. They’ve been angry all their lives. Angry at the world they were handed. Angry at a world they didn’t ask for. So they take that anger out on anyone smaller or weaker than they are.

But after I died? After I heard the Voice? Whatever I was before or whoever I was meant to be, changed. Not so as you’d see it. Not at first. I’m still me. Except . . . now, sometimes, I know things I shouldn’t. Things that haven’t happened yet. Things that are coming. Terrible things. But there’s great hope, too.

I have a purpose now. I do what the Voice tells me. I go where It sends me. And I try to make the world a better place. I try to make a difference. I didn’t ask to be a prophet, you know. But I’m kind of stuck with it.