Someone sent this to me via email and I was struck by the lesson of this short story. Many people nowadays become victims of murder, violence, accidents and abuses, yet people just turn a blind eye for fear of being involved. In Youtube alone, there are hundreds of video that show bystanders just looking at the violence that they are seeing without doing anything. I always believe that everyone of us is a hero. Everyone of us is accountable to what might happen to our neighbor. Everyone of us are brought by God in the right place at the right time, not just to be an onlooker but also an active citizen ready to defend everyone’s rights. Otherwise, if we just pass by without doing anything in the presence of evil, we might find ourselves becoming a victim of the same evil we tolerated. Here is a brief but very powerful story.. read on.

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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, 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 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 girl’s 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 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 okay,” 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, out stepped my youngest daughter, Katherine.

- Anonymous