A man with one good leg was limping down the street while dragging his bad leg and supporting himself with a cane. I could hear the sound of his foot scraping against the pavement from inside my house. Scrrrrr, Scrrrrr, Scrrr... closer... closer. I was petrified, so escaped out the back door of my house as he approached the front door. He knocked on my door, but I had already left. The sound of his foot dragging lingered.
Suddenly I stopped running... "Why was I running away in the first place?" I hesitated before deciding to go back. My inner conscience was fighting against me... "Get away... RUN!!!" I ignored it, and went back. I took the long way, and met the man at the end of my driveway. At first I was suspicious... but his gentle eyes eased my nerves. Guilt spread over me as I realized... "This man is disabled, what if he needed my help?"
I asked the man "Is there anything I can help you with?"
I lead him back to my house and noticed that the front door was wide open. I hesitated again... and ignored it.
I helped the man inside.
As soon as he was inside... the gentleness suddenly left his eyes and his expression became hard and dark. His strength was not that of a disabled man as he swung the door shut and threw his cane."
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I've been living in a fantasy world. On many occasions, I've ignored that inner voice... I knew something was wrong, it felt wrong and I brushed it off. I wanted to trust everyone, and I didn't want to believe that anyone could ever hurt me.
The message: Trust your instincts, and listen to that inner voice that often gets ignored. Who knows... it could one day save your life.
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