Arturo was a self-centered writer, chasing fame. He was always looking for the next big opportunity. Writing screenplays was his specialty, or so he thought. Arturo was very confident about his abilities. Let's just say he had more than a healthy ego about his work. The truth of the matter was, his writing was so-so. One could even say mediocre, but he kept churning out more dreck. Arturo was selfish and self-absorbed. When dating, he would sit over a meal and talk about himself and not ask one question of his dining companion. He never called his ailing mother except on holidays and only walked his dog Mickey on weekends. One evening in April, Arturo was killed by a freak lightning strike while walking Mickey. Arturo transmigrated as a heart. In life, Arturo was selfish. Now he felt open, giving and ready to assist others. He became a wonderful problem solver and would be the first to greet the other transmigrated beings. In his transmigrated life, Arturo reflected that if only he had been this benevolent as a man, life would have not been so hard.