[ WP ] You are an atheist who discovered that people can give their remaining lives to another person . Christianity makes sense now because you encounter an immortal named Jesus Christ .

My name is Johnathan, and I have lived over 2000 years. I have seen it all, I saw my friends die in the Black Death. I was on the boat that Columbus sailed to America, I fought in WWII. And I met Jesus. 
 
 Allow me to take you back to a simpler time. 5 AC. I was only 17 at the time and I had no beliefs. I did n't think God was real none of it. I was a hardcore atheist. There was n't much to it back then. 
 
 One day I was out going to the local market when a man approached me. He was a beggar, “ Sir, do you have any food to spare?'' “ No I am sorry, ”, “ Wait! Can I show you something?'' I was not in a huge hurry so I allowed him to show me.'' He took me over to a group of beggars and asked me to repeat a chant to a beggar and the beggar repeated another chant. 
 
 Now I'm not going to tell you it because it would not be good if the whole world found out about this chant, it would be utter chaos. 
 
 So we repeated the chant and I blacked out. What, what just happened? I got up and approached the other man to see if he was okay. Dead, what the hell. But as I was checking to see if he was alive I found a number on my wrist. 43. What was going on? 
 
 I never saw the man again. About a year later the number was still there, except when I woke up the number was one less. But how was that possible. I tried everything to make it go away before but somehow there was no trace of the three and only a two in its place. a year later I figured it out, the number was counting down every year. I still remembered the chant to that day and I had to try it again. 
 
 I went the local beggar camp. I told a beggar I would give him some food if he repeated the chant. So he did and I did my end and I blacked out. I woke up, the beggar was dead. The moment of truth what did my arm say? 46. Oh my god it worked. I felt bad, so bad but I was excited. 
 
 I did this for a while trying to trick people. My parents passed after a while, then my brother, then my brother ’ s children. All until I had no family. I never aged. I always kept the same. I had killed so many people. My counter was at 2000. 
 
 I lived my life traveling joining army's everything I could do. 
 
 1836 
 
 That was the number when I first tried to kill myself. I jumped into a river and drowned myself. I was saved. 1834, I angered a bull who stabbed me with its horn. I was stretched up before I bled out. 1837 I engaged in a bar brawl. I was stabbed 13 times. I woke up in a trash pile. My wounds were magically never there. I could n't die. 
 
 What had I done? I had to live my life for 1,834 more years. Oh god. 
 
 I've fought many battles. Killed many people, I have taken many aliases. Michelangelo, Christopher Columbus, George Washington, Darwin, J.F.K. I faked my death many times to take on new lives. 
 
 Now my number is at 1. I do n't know if I should add more time, or should I finish my life. My name is Socrates, Abraham, Johnathan. I am an Atheist. And I have one year to live. 

