Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Grace

9-5-2009

It was a wonderful saturday.

Youth end quite early that day,
so we went to dinner with members..
After that we sent them home......

Next, someone called Bin to ask him go play basketball,
so i went to tesco extra cheras which is nearby the place they played basketball.

About an hour later, i drive to the area where they had their basketball session,
but i dunno the road to turn in, coz the basketball court is in the housing area.
so i stop by at the main road's bus stop, to call them to ask for direction.
but none of them pick up the call...

After 5 to 6 calls...
someone knock my passenger window. ask me to put down the window and want my phone..
then i saw i am surrounded by 4 motors..
i sense it is something wrong, so i put down my handbrake...
then the motorcylist at my right side use something to hit my window.
its all breaks.... became small pieces...
but thank God because Bin's car got the tinted glass.
so the glass pieces didnt fall down..

So, i quickly push oil and run... i was really speeding..
because the 4 motors was chasing after me...
Thank God that i didnt get into accident....
coz i didnt look for the left and right, just go straight...

After that i turn in to the flat area..
then when i came out of that area...
i saw road to turn then i just turn...
coz i was looking for help...
Thank God finally i found a burger stall at the road side....

I was shaking... talk also cant talk properly..
leg are shaking while i was driving...
i just keep shouting God help me! Help me!

So while i reach the burger stall, they gave me chair to sit, talk to me to calm me..
then i call Bin again and again...
5 mins later, finally reach him... so i told him about what happen...
then all of them rush to look for me...
but because i also dunno where am i.. so i can just wait...
10 mins later, 3 cars reached.. once i saw them get down from the car...
i cant stop crying.....



I can only say, Thank God for everything....
Thank God for the protection.....
Thank you God...

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