Wrong place at the wrong time
I thought that being a Christian and praying daily for God’s protection would keep me save from accidents or tragedy or anything even remotely close to it. After all, I’ve been relatively well “protected” almost all my life, the only tragedy I could vividly remember was the theft of my cellphone by a Thai foreign worker while waiting to enter a busy crowded train. But that’s totally my fault and I’ve since learned from my mistake of exposing my cellphone sling too obviously behind my butt. I was super mad and sad after that incident though .. Well, actually there was another time when I about to cross the road and did not see a big truck coming oh so close, not sure how I totally missed it before attempting to cross the road, but if an Angel had not pulled me back in the nick of time at the traffic junction, I would be dead and buried by now !
So here I was yesterday, confidently and peacefully daydreaming and walking into a store in broad daylight, complacent because my country has one of the lowest crime rate in the world. Within a minute or so, a tall burly man runs out of nowhere straight at me and shoves pass me … Whoa, leave me alone, I did not steal anything, I thought to myself, thinking he was security or something. Soon followed two more big burly guys, this time raising their voices. Before I knew it, I was totally knocked out, pushed, shoved, hit and toppled over by a bunch of bulky items in the shop.
Shocked and confused, I got up and pulled myself together before limping out of the shop amidst the commotion and wild goose chase that was going on outside. Oh well, nobody even cared about this stunning beauty who was in pain by that time, I thought, all they cared about was chasing after a shoplifter.
When I got home, I was wondering how on earth did I end up being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Why couldn’t I have gone into the shop just 5 minutes later? Why didn’t God protect me ??
But hey, I realized later that it could have been worse. What if the shoplifter or robber had been armed, what if he had taken me hostage and pointed a sharp object at my temple or something?
Looks like God’s Hand of protection was upon me the whole time after all. I’m glad that I got away with just a sore butt and hurting thigh ….. and a shocking but memorable experience !