ImmanuelWithUs
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I read this story in a book titled "Small Miracles" about true, amazing
Jewish stories and had to type it up and share it with you all. Only
our Lord could orchestrate something like this!
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 unmistakeable sounds of a struggle; heavy
grunting, frantic scuffling, the 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 like an eternity, the deliberations in my head had
only taken 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 the 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 her words uttered in wonder
and amazement.
"Dad, is that you?"
And then, from behind the tree, stepped my youngest daughter, Katherine.
{Written by Greg O'Leary, taken from book titled "Small Miracles"}
Jewish stories and had to type it up and share it with you all. Only
our Lord could orchestrate something like this!
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 unmistakeable sounds of a struggle; heavy
grunting, frantic scuffling, the 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 like an eternity, the deliberations in my head had
only taken 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 the 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 her words uttered in wonder
and amazement.
"Dad, is that you?"
And then, from behind the tree, stepped my youngest daughter, Katherine.
{Written by Greg O'Leary, taken from book titled "Small Miracles"}
