Change of Plans

We were going up the mountain on the exact same ski lift we were on when he had lost his memory. We came to the very point that had triggered it the first time, and then he got a blank expression on his face. Then one of purpose. He looked down at the snow as if he was going to jump again.
"Vanderdecken, don't!"
He shook his head vigorously, "don't worry, Ben," he grinned, "I just remember the point of my entire life; the reason I'm on this earth. It's to help people, Ben, it's to help those in need." Then he went back to that determined expression, "and gosh, I'm gonna spend my last days doing it." He jumped off the lift, this time a little more carefully, and skied down the hill.
I followed him back to the cabin, where he was packing his belongings, "what are you doing?".
"Going to Haiti. I'm going to join the recovery effort."
"No, Vander, just enjoy our life."
"How, when millions are suffering?"
"But you only have a few days anyway!"
He smiled, "Precisely my point," and then he got in the car and headed for the airport. And that was the last time I talked to him.