It Would Scare You

God has a way of allowing
us to be in the right
place at the right time.
I was walking down a dimly
lit street late one evening
when I heard muffled screams
coming from behind a clump of
bushes. Alarmed, I slowed
down to listen and panicked
when I realized that what I
was hearing were the unmistakable
sounds of a struggle: heavy grunting,
frantic scuffling andtearing of fabric.
Only yards from where stood, a woman
was being attacked.Should I get involved?
I was frightened for my own safety and
cursed myself for having suddenly decided
to take a new route home that night.
What if I became another statistic?
Shouldn't I just run to the nearest
phone and call the police?
Although it seemed an eternity, the
deliberations in my head had
taken only seconds, but already
the cries were growing weaker.
I knew I had to act fast.
How could I walk away from this?
No,
I finally resolved, I could not
turn my back on this woman,
even if it meant risking my own
life. I am not a brave man, nor am I
athletic. I don't know
where I found the moral
courage and physical strength--but
once I had finally resolved to help the
girl, I became strangely transformed.
I ran behind the bushes and pulled
the assailant off the woman. Grappling,
we fell to the ground, where we
wrestled for a few minutes until
the attacker jumped up and escaped.
Panting hard, I scrambled upright and
approached the girl, who was crouched
behind a tree, sobbing.In the darkness,
I could barely see her outline,
but I could certainly sense her
trembling shock.Not wanting to frighten
her further, I at first spoke to her from
a distance. "It's OK," I said
soothingly."The man ran away.
You're safe now." There was a long pause
and then I heard the words, uttered in
wonder, in amazement.
"Dad,
is that you?"
And then, from behind the tree,
stepped my youngest daughter, Katherine.
Do all the good you can,
In all the ways you can,
In all the places you can,
At all times you can,
To all the people you can,
As long as you ever can.
Pass it on.......



I dont know who wrote this...or if its true...But it did make me stop and think...
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