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Thank you , I read this to my 15 yo son and cried at the end as I did so, so deeply did it touch me.

Love & Light to you,

Rhondie

----- Original Message ----From: <knightsintention@...> Sent: Sunday, July 22, 2007 6:06:08 AMSubject: [] God's Power in Action

God's Power in Actionby: Author Unknown, Source Unknown ------------ -----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, .

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Dear ,

I am so glad that you posted this..I am a very strong

advocate of not turning away from someone in trouble, no matter what

you feel will be the consequence for yourself. Thank you for if we

are all like the man in this story, there would be so much less

violence, I feel in this world. The end, as Rhondie also said, did

hit me hard...Imagine if this man did nothing...And it turned out ot

be his daughter, Oh, how sad but how heroic, was Dad..Very mixed

emotions at the end..Mostly sympathy and empathy for the daughter and

father....Thank you again, this really brings awareness to me to keep

becoming involved, no matter what! Love and light, my brother! LUNA

>

> Thank you , I read this to my 15 yo son and cried at the end

as I did so, so deeply did it touch me.

>

> Love & Light to you,

> Rhondie

>

> ----- Original Message ----

> From: <knightsintention@...>

>

> Sent: Sunday, July 22, 2007 6:06:08 AM

> Subject: [] God's Power in Action

>

> God's Power in Action

> by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

>

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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, .

>

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