My dearest friend Scrooge,
I’m writing to you from a place far worse than hell. Because
of my reckless, selfish acts I’m punished for the sins of my earthly existence
forever. I am forced to witness people suffering for something I did, knowing I
could have prevented it. Oh, Scrooge, my heart aches with the knowledge of what
I should have done when I was alive. Now I see the true value of compassion,
the joy of giving and the warmth of being a decent human being, all of which I
have foolishly rejected. I should have opened my heart, helped people in need,
but now it is too late, I’m dead and I have been for seven years. I now come to
you, my oldest friend, with a desperate plea.
You must heed my warning, for my fate mirrors your own. The
future you are creating Scrooge is bleak, filled with shadows and despair. You
will be visited by three spirits showing you your past, your future, and your
present, as I could not reach you in life. You must change your ways, or you
will surely suffer the same eternal damnation. Your time is running out, Scrooge,
please do not end up like me. The weight of my regrets is a burden I will carry
for eternity. Please change, my friend, don’t let my mistakes shape your future
destiny and eternity.
Kind regards,
Jacob Marley


