long time ago I heard this story I want to share with you:
was walking down a dimly lit street late one night and when I heard screams trying to be silenced and coming from behind a clump of bushes.
Alarmed, I slowed my walk to listen and I panicked when I realized that what I was hearing were the unmistakable sounds of a struggle: loud shouting, fighting desperately and tearing cloth. Just a few feet from where I stood, a woman was being attacked.
Should I be involved? I was scared for my safety and I cursed myself for having to suddenly decide to take a new route home that night. What if I became another victim for being a hero? Should not just run to the nearest phone and call the police? Although it seemed an eternity, the deliberations in my head had taken only seconds, and the cries and had increased gradually.
I knew I had to act fast. How can I go about this?. No, I finally decided. I could not turn away from this woman, even if it meant risking my own life. I am not a brave man, nor am I athletic. I do not know I found the courage and physical strength, but had finally decided to help the girl, I became strangely transformed. I ran behind the bushes and pull the assailant off the woman. Struggling
, fell to the floor, we fought for several minutes until the attacker stood jumped up and ran away.
Panting heavily, I got up with difficulty, and I approached the girl, who was crouched behind a tree, sobbing. In the dark I could barely see its outline, but I could certainly perceive trembling and in shock. Not wanting to frighten her again, I spoke first at a distance.
"Okay," said soothingly, "The thief fled, you're safe now."
There was a long pause, and then I heard the words spoken and surprisingly wonderful: - Daddy, are you?
And then from behind a tree, walked my other younger daughter, Catherine.
often think that God does nothing, we are virtually alone to drift of events only human. But no, God shows us time and right place ...
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