The Stranger in the Desert

I stumbled forward in the hot sand.  Each step further scorched my feet.  The sun beat down upon my face like a hammer.  My mouth was dry, my lips were parched.  I collapsed to the ground.  I knew this would be my last day in the desert.
Suddenly, a cool soothing relief came over me.  I looked up to see the silouhette of a stranger, sitting on the back of a camel.  His shadow covered me like a river.
“Get up son,” his voice boomed, “for the road is long and your destiny awaits you.”
“Who are you?” I gasped.
“Who am I?” He replied.
“Yes,” I coughed.
“I am the…..”  All of the sudden, the man’s camel bucked back, sending him tumbling down the side.  The animal jetted off, but the man’s foot had gotten tangled up in the reins.  I watched, confused, as the camel drug him off over the horizon.