God never leaves you by yourself

I was walking down a dimly lit street late one even when i heard muffled creams coming from behind a clump of bushes. alarmed, i slowed down to listen and panicked when i realised that what i was hearing were the unmistakable sounds of a struggle: heavy grunting, frantic scuffling, and tearing of fabric. Only yards from where i 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 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 girls 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 the fate of this unknown woman, even if it meant risking my own life.

I am not a brave guy 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 pull 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, she was 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 and you're safe now.

There was a long pause, and i heard the words, uttered in wonder, in amazement.

Daddy, is that you?

And then, from behind the tree, stepped my youngest daughter, Daisy.