I woke up to an average as usual day. I was getting prepared for school, to do the usual learning (sleeping) thing, but there was a problem. My parents freaked out, yelling at me and asking "Who the hell are you?! How did you get here?!" At first I thought this was just a bad prank, and went along with it saying "I'm your son." They didn't believe me, they honestly didn't know who I was. At the time I didn't know.

I walked out the door after I grabbed my stuff and headed towards the bus stop. When the bus arrived, the driver asked if I was new. "Haha, real funny Mr. Davis." Must be in on it with my parents I thought. I sat at my seat right next to my best friend. He just stares at me, until I turn around and say "Alright man, why are you staring at me, you know I don't like staring." All he says is "Do I know you?" "Real funny Mike, did my parents get you in on the joke to? This is getting messed up." I replied. He confused, cautious look begins to grow on his face,  and says "First, how do you know my name? Second, why do you think I know your parents?" Starting to get angry, I begin to yell at him "DUDE! This is really getting old! I'm Jimmy Cowl, YOUR BEST FRIEND!" But the look on his face he gives me when I said that. He wasn't lying, he really didn't know me. Then things went dark.

When I came to, I was sitting at my desk in my math class, and my teacher was handing out worksheets. Okay, it was just a dream. So I sit up and pull out my pencil to get ready for the worksheet, but my teacher walks right past me to the seat behind me. I reach over and tell him "Hey, you skipped me." She doesn't hear me. So I reach over and touch her arm, but my hand goes right through. Confused and scared, I begin to panic, and try to get someone else's attention. I reach over to Diane, the girl sitting to my right, and my hand goes through her head. "What's going on?! Why can't I touch people?" Then all of a sudden, Diane looks to me and starts to call the teacher, and says "Mrs. Louis? Who's backpack is that?" and points to mine.  Mrs. Louis looks back and sees it and says, "Well that's weird, I didn't notice that. Maybe it belongs to another student from last period." "HEY! THAT'S MY BAG!" I yell as Mrs. Louis takes it to her desk. What's going on? 

That's when I heard something I would never forget. "Jimmy, I'm sorry that this has happened to you. It shouldn't have happened at all." Says this voice that sounds like an average old man, but has this feeling of great domination and control. "Who's there?!" I yell. "I am God." The voice says. God?! The voice just said it was God?! "What's happening?! Why don't people know I'm here? Why do act like I never existed?" After a pause, God says "Because you don't. At least, not anymore. I'm sorry Jimmy, this should never have happened. I don't know what caused this, but you can count on the fact that I'll do all in my power to help you." Suddenly a strange calm overflows me. "Is there something I can do in the mean time?" I ask. "Well what would you want to do?" God asks. "I want to help people. Make them happy. Even if they don't remember me, I want to help." I truly did, out of all the things I ever wanted, I just wanted to help people, and make them happy. "I believe that can be arranged. I will give you power to return to existence, but only temporarily, but in a different body. You will still be human of course, but you won't be in your current body. I will create a temporary form, just for you to inhabit as I place you near the person I want you to help. Remember though, they will only remember what you did for them, they won't remember you." He says. "That's fine. As long as I can help."

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So now I'm in a prison in Jersey. I'm prisoner #0034. My cellmate turns out to be the guy I'm supposed to help. "So what are you in for?" God that was so corny. "I was framed." Was all he says. "Well, since we'll be stuck with each other for awhile, lets start with introductions. My name is..." I pause. Should I say my actual name? Or come up with an alias? "J.C. My name is J.C." J.C.?! Really? Smooth Jimmy, smooth. "Jeremy. Look I'm not here to make friends. I just wanna clear my name, and get this over with." So just like that 2 days of silence goes by. How long am I stuck like this anyways? "Until you're done with your current client." I hear God state in my head.

I try to get Jeremy to open up to me, to see how I can help him. Turns out he was framed for a robbery, because the masked robber who stole from the convenience store by his house claimed he was him. On top of the fact that his family was being evicted from their house, had no where to go and almost no money due to paying for lawyers and legal stuff. That's when I hear God say in my head, "Jimmy tell him you can solve his problems, I will give you keys to a home suitable for his family's needs. Give it to him before you leave the prison tomorrow. Tomorrow. That was when this character of mine is done with his sentence. Jeremy gets out the day after. 

So at night while we are laying in our bunks, I tell him. "Jeremy my friend. Tomorrow I'm gettin out of here. When you're done here as well. Come find me, at this address. And bring your family, I got somethin for you." I write down the address of the house God told me on a piece of paper a guard gave me, and handed it to him.  "Yeah, sure." He says as he shoves the paper in his pocket. The next day, the guards release me, and I'm teleported next to a tree in front of this big white house. In the distance I can hear a car stop in front of the drive way. I look over and Jeremy and his family step out of  a yellow taxi. They walk up to me, and I say "Jeremy, I'm gonna be leaving for a while, and I need someone I can trust to run things for me." I hand him the keys and say "These are the keys to the house behind me. You'll find a car in the garage. Oh and don't worry, all your financial needs are covered. Don't worry." "Why are you doing this?" Jeremy says as he stares at the keys. "My friend, I'm goin on a journey. I don't know when I'll be back, and given your family's current situation, who best to fill the house while I'm gone." "But-" I stop him. "No buts. I'm here to help a friend, that's all. Go ahead, take a look inside. Oh and I sent some people to bring your stuff here for you." He starts to tear up, and he hugs his wife. "Thank you." He says. "Thank you so much." I start to get this tugging feeling in my head, and realize my work here is done. "Well I best be off now, have fun." I begin to walk towards the edge of the drive way, when I turn around and say "Oh yeah, I never told you what J.C. stood for. Did i?" Jeremy looks at me and says "No, I don't think you did." "Jimmy Cowl. It stands for Jimmy Cowl." I doubt he'll remember though, once I'm gone, I'll be forgotten. I start to fade away as I keep walking, and I'm back in a room where an old man I suppose is God, sits across from me in a chair. "Well. Did you have fun?" He says. "Yeah, I suppose I did. Think I can do it again?" I ask. "I believe that can be arranged." He says as he strokes his long white beard.

Long after the man known as J.C. or Jimmy Cowl as he said when he left. Jeremy sits in a chair looking out the window of his new house, with a happy, peaceful look on his face, and he says "Jimmy Cowl, huh. I hope we can meet again in the future."