Who am I? 

Oddly enough, in this situation, it is not entirely clear. I may be the poor man in the streets wishing you ill or, perhaps, I am Dickens just conveying a story. More closely I believe I am that dark spector, unengage and uninvested....just doing a task. Hah! What an ego I have.

So, when did it happen to you? When did you become Scrooge without the knowledge that you had crossed over? You're probably not aware of it but those of us on the outside, we see it quite clearly. Did it happen as a little boy? Did your father, like poor Scrooge, not love you enough? Ah well, those are not questions that will be answered to me nor are they my business but I tend to be far too curious for my own good, so there you go.

The suit you put on that hides him.....it does not serve you well. It can only be worn so long before, eventually, it turns to tatters. Your lovely home and beautiful family, will it ever be enough? Or are you on to the next big thing? Who have you left behind? I ask but, truly, I know that answer. You do not care, it has not affected your sleep. The sly and clever way you speak, those machinations and manipulations, eventually they will turn on you when someone more ruthless and far more cleaver comes along.

One can only hope for that because if that person doesn't come along, I fear you will never open your eyes to why you are here.

Jacob said it well, "Business! Mankind was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence, were, all, my business. The deals of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business!"

If you don't feel Jacob the ghost a reliable source, you might check another. Romans 12:10, 1 John 4:20-21, Ohhhh and James 2:1-13 is quite applicable.

I am definitely a ghost, not seen, not thought of. Not entirely sure if I care all that much about my message but I am trying for a higher calling, treating my fellow people as best I can.

I wonder, can you say the same?