Yesterday , 9/11/09 was my almost "911" moment on the very same day, I met some killers and robbers.
After doing lots of school works, it was already half past 7 and I went home alone on that evening. I was around a hundred steps away from the school not until I realized that I was being followed, but at that very moment, I thought of that person as a scavenger, so I ignored him. I followed the shortest path yet the darkest path to reach home earlier. Then there was an alley I was not quite familiar with, so I wandered around and went down to that traffic-driven road. While strolling along the side way, I can hear bunch of people behind me murmuring some words, but I ignored them as well. For a mean while, I stopped and listened carefully to what they are saying suddenly the man holding a knife shouted :"hold-up", then his accompaniment quickly surrounded me. There were only two choices left, one is to fight back and the other is to cross the road taking the risk that I will get into an accident. I took the second path and swiftly rushed toward the other side of the road and I was going to shout for help, but when I turned my back, they were all merely gone. I am very grateful to God for He gave me another chance to live and this experience served as a lesson for making the wrong decision.
