About a week ago, I got onto my bicycle for a little morning exercise. Little Johnny out for his Sunday ride... I was still thinking about dinner last night, when my aunt surprised us with a visit. We haven't seen her for a very long time. Only once for the past five years I think...

Oh, how joyous her visit was! My parents burst into the traditional family song as my sister accompanied them with her piano. The sonata was still ringing in my ears! And then it happened. I was cruising along the lane when a truck came before me. Its tires were screeching. I heard a some screaming nearby... and then it went black.

I found myself once again in my lofty abode, looking down at the boy called Johnny. There I was: a crumpled body... bloodied and fragile, lying upon the black asphalt surrounded by rubber and twisted wire. There was Mrs. Brown, our neighbor, eccentric with fear. She's a good person. Yet her prejudice ways would get the better of her. In six years, she would end up shot for discriminating against an atheistic citizen... She should not have badgered that lonely girl tending to her drunken father... This girl had no faith, but no sin. No, no sin had corrupted her yet... Maybe faith isn't measured by your belief in God... Mrs. Brown didn't want to see that. No one wants to see that. She should have.

I watched her approach my body, shaking it, trying to find any sign that I was still alive. She looked up long enough to see the truck driver speed out of sight, tires still screeching. Yet alas! Poor Mrs. Brown had eyesight not equal to most people, and could not see the truck's plate number. Mr. Smith arrived, my father's employer, happily driving his snazzy red convertible to the scene of the accident. He got out, and fumbled with his cell phone in his pocket. He called for help, something Mrs. Brown did not think of in her panic. Then he told her that moving the body would only cause more damage. Yet it was too late. I had already gone.

Mr. Smith is also a good person. Yet he was flawed as well. I knew he was cheating on his wife, and by next year, she will be filing a divorce against him when she'll find out three weeks from now. He had always helped people, as he was trying to help me now. Always openly giving to charity. Always willing to volunteer and help those in need. Tragic that he could not keep his carnal thoughts to himself.

I left this sad scene and turned my attention to the one who had been a tool of my death. Further down the road, the truck driver has been apprehended by the police for speeding. It was then found that his truck, which was supposed to be carrying imported apples, was actually an entire load of pirated DVDs. He got arrested, and a few days it was found out that he had had a "hit-and-run" accident. He was then filed in court for several crimes. I do not know what what they considered as punishable crimes (I never quite understood the complex judicial system of this Earth anyway), yet he did get punished, but wether for the correct reasons or not, I did not know.

I pity this man. He has had an awful childhood, growing up on the streets. In his adult life his salary couldn't even afford to support his family of seven. Thus he resorted to theft and piracy. But no more. Now his family would starve and be exposed to all the misleadings the dank streets of this new age has to offer.

Such strange beings humans are. They try to hide their flaws and try to appear respectful and pleasant. Yet they judge others, helping only those who live up to their standards, only to be judged by somebody else. They set standards for themselves and society, yet have problems attaining their own standards. They even set standards for us who dwell above. Us, who are considered pure beings, the heralds of God, what in the English tongue have been called angels... Naming me as the one known to them as Gabriel... How mysterious... so flawed. Yet within their chaos of emotions one could find perfection... It is all part of God's tapestry of time.... And yet, it would take thousands of years before I truly understand their cryptic nature, so I will continue to reincarnate myself as one of them. To unravel this maze of human volition.