[ WP ] Every person in the world was created to complete one specific part of a master plan , when we die , we get to see what that one task had been . What was yours ?

It was trivial. I had expected that much. With billions of humans, it was almost impossible not to have such a task. The rate of human growth is much too rapid for us all to have meaningful, purposeful lives. Or perhaps that was the point all along. Make enough humans to accomplish everything. For every million mediocre, talentless existences, there would be a genius. Entire countries have been tailored to raise a single great man. Yet I had always assumed that I would know when the moment arrived, that it was something I would consciously do. 
 
 I understand this. In spite of this, or perhaps because of this, it was impossible for me to accept what had happened. I wasn ’ t a successful man. That much was obvious! My life was one long stream of crap. Everything. I had no friends and a separated family. I had to quit high school to make ends meet at a crappy 9-5 restaurant. 
 
 Even in the scant few years of education I had, the doctrines had been hammered into me. Your life will have meaning. You will accomplish what you were meant to do regardless of your actions. If you never amount to much, don ’ t worry, for you were destined to be worthless. No purpose every entered my life. I tread on for years, delivering poor service and living from one day to the next. 
 
 Finally I decided to end it. It had been slow, peaceful. I rigged an anonymous message to be sent to the police half an hour after my death. Then I had lain down inside the warm water of the bathtub. The dirt and grime of the place no longer affected me as I dyed the water ruby. 
 
 When I opened my eyes I was in a hospital room. Impossible. Had I failed even to kill myself? I quickly realized that I wasn ’ t in my actual body. A single bed sat in the middle of the room. The bed was surrounded by beautiful peonies and baskets of fruits, lovingly arrayed next to it. A little girl slept fitfully, her auburn hair matted with sweat. 
 
 “ Who ’ s there? ” I tried to speak, but I had no mouth. I had no body, only an ethereal form in the shape of one. I started to panic. This clearly wasn ’ t heaven. 
 
 “ Why haven ’ t I left this world? ” 
 
 You haven ’ t completed your purpose yet, Child. 
 
 I panicked as words imprinted themselves into my mind. The doctrines mentioned nothing about failing ones ’ mission. 
 
 Watch. 
 
 A stream of people entered the room, wearing hospital smocks, face-masks, and latex gloves. Three of them pushed a small cart, in the middle of which sat a small box connected to a thousand wires. The procession stopped at the girls ’ side. A pair of hands carefully unlatched the box and lifted out a small card bearing my name. 
 
 “ Thank you for your gift of life. ” 
 
 I felt my body dissolve. I was no longer in the room. I was airborne, suspended in an azure sky over a sapphire sea. Yet it wasn ’ t cold. It was warm, like a mother ’ s embrace. A feeling I had not felt for many, many years.
