Hey there, if you are reading this, I guess you know I am a Pointer. Pointer’s as you know, force you to look at the last moments of your life, or significant moments in your life, and point out what you could have done better, or different. A lot of folks don’t like us Pointers. When we are not working, we often go hang out with Angels who don’t know us, at least in our professional capacity. It makes it easier to get along- even here. Not many people forget what their Pointer showed them- or how easy it would have been to choose a better action. Free will does exist, the problem is – it requires thinking. In fact, it requires a lot of thinking, deep thinking, an actual development of a philosophical outlook that takes over automatically in a crisis, or BEFORE you act , speak, or do something. Emotional reaction is much, much, much faster, and requires little thought- in most cases, unless you have done the deep thinking before hand, well, emotion can even overrule that “little voice in your head.” You know, the one that pretty much told you: “This is a bad idea.” Or: “This is stupid.” Or: ” I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Since you are you- you should have listened to yourself. You didn’t. So, you spend an eternity -or what seems like an eternity (to you) with someone like me- a Pointer.
Say a guy cuts you off in traffic, so you speed around him, slam on your brakes and give him the finger at the same time. He catches up to you at the next red light. He gets out of his car. You get out of yours. You are raging mad at this lunatic driver. You are so hopped up, you don’t even see the gun in his hand. You are so sure you are right, that you just walk right into your death with thoughts of how you are going to : ” Give him a piece of my mind he will never forget.” Unfortunately, that must have been the piece of your mind that the forensics folks couldn’t find, as the second bullet tore through your brain. The next thing you know, you are standing in front of me. A pointer. One minute you were a warm blooded human being, going about your day. Worried about things at work, what’s for supper, and if you should take the kids to the zoo on Saturday. The next minute, you are standing next to me (Pointers never stand in front…it is hard to point from that angle) as I point to your grieving wife and kids. It seems so senseless to them. I show the Officers showing up to tell them. I show your parents, as your Mom hands the phone to your Dad, and slumps down in agonizing grief. You see the look on your bosses face, when he sets the phone down, looks over the meeting and says:
” Ben…is….dead. Killed by a guy in road rage.” I point out the different feelings they each have about you. When I point…well, it isn’t like a picture or a map being pointed at. No. Not at all. When I point, YOU feel every emotion, every pang of regret, every ounce of grief, of what your actions have wrung out of folks who knew you. When I point…it hurts. Not always. Sometimes, when I point, to someone who had taken the time to think about life, who had a philosophy to follow, I get soft smiles, and contented sighs. Those are the days that make me glad I am a Pointer. In case you are wondering, a Pointer only handles a one case a day. Even God knows how tough it is. We live for eternity. For the sake of our sanity, we are the only Angels that can separate time into an Earth Day and then slip back into Eternity at will. So, our Pointing exactly matches up with a calendar year. We are given holidays off, we do take turns working a Holliday about every ten years in Earth Time. Nobody, not a single Pointer I know, likes to Point on a Holiday. The impact on the other humans is so exponentially wrenching. So at the meeting when your Boss, who- by the way- considered you a talented man, and a close friend; has to tell everyone about your death-well, it isn’t easy for him. In fact, that night is the first time he has gotten drunk in more than five years. Not coincidentally – it is his first, DUI too. Yes. You are responsible for that. Instead of everyone going home to talk about your death with their spouses, they decided to stop at the Pub you used to have lunch at, to deal withs the pain. Had he gone home and cried in his wife’s arms, well, he wouldn’t need a Pointer when HE dies. You get to feel that, when I POINT it out. Oh, and you get to feel the glee in Cheryl’s brain. She wants your job so much she can taste it. She knows she is the best qualified, and would be better at your job then you were. The only problem was, she didn’t know your Boss considered you a friend too. Since she doesn’t have any friends, to her, people are tools to be used to climb the Corporate Ladder, and she has been climbing like it was an escalator. Over the wrecked careers of many a coworker…I sure wouldn’t want to be her Pointer…it is going to be a long, long, long day for the Pointer who gets her death.
Not only do I point out how you could have driven “defensively” without getting defensive, I POINT it out, in detail. So much detail that you see the life you would have had, had you not gotten out of the car, or slammed on your brakes, or given that guy the finger. I also point out how your seven year old daughter cries herself to sleep. How on Daddy/Daughter day, she stands silently in a corner, crying inside, but not outside. She has no tears left to shed. I POINT and you see how angry she is with you for abandoning her. She is only seven, and her anger is nothing compared to your wife’s. For your wife knows how you died. She knows exactly how you get behind the car. She TOLD you a million times: “Let it go Honey. He is just a bad driver. I am the only one who can hear you. ” I POINT to the feelings of fear she has when you are driving. She is afraid for you, and her daughter in the back seat in the car seat. I POINT out that you never cared, when you were behind the wheel, you were the MAN. Well, you weren’t much of one, and I POINT that out too. Years later, when your daughter can’t even remember you, and how, at her Wedding, (age 35, first and only marriage) she sat quietly with Brian, her step dad of more than 25 years (Yes, your wife remarried, less than 2 years after you died. ). I POINT out to you their conversation where she says: “….no Dad, you deserve to walk me down that aisle. I barely remember my biological Dad. For me, you are, and always will be- my Dad. ” They hug. They leave the room holding hands. I POINT that out to you too.
Oh sure, there are some good things to POINT out. But, that isn’t a job of a Pointer. OUR job is to point out what could have been, should have been, and would have been, if only you had thought for a second. Our job, is to prepare you for your next existence in TIME. Oh, not on Earth. You missed that chance. Creation never stops. There are new Universes popping up all the time, with new worlds in them, and new “people” on them. If you learn from a POINTING session, there is a good chance you will be sent to one of them. I hope so. I can’t wait to become a POINTER PLUS…those are the ones who get to work with people while they are living. THOSE angels have an impact now. They have many restrictions, like they can only POINT at critical junctures, and surprisingly to you mortals, at seemingly innocuous moments, like picking a flower, or holding a door, or helping quiet a baby for a young mother. I can’t wait to be one of those POINTERS.
Okay, now let me point out where that first bullet goes. I must warn you: THIS IS GOING TO HURT.