Today was a hard and exhausting day and I just wanted to go home, tuck my children in, be with my beautiful wife, and just read a book next to a fire with a hot coffee. So, when I got home, I made half of the things I wanted to do when I got home. I sat and talked with my wife, tucked my children in their beds, and I was just sitting down in my couch with my hot coffee and a book in hand. It was until I heard that someone had knocked on the door. I didn’t believe it at first, I thought it was the exhausting day that I was hallucinating; it was until I heard the knocking again.
I got my shotgun handy, near me, for it could be a dangerous thief that wanted to steal from my house. When I opened the door it was him. The dangerous man that the mayor told all of us about. He asked me for some food and something to dirnk. He told me he was going to pay me, but I am loyal to the mayor, and I wouldn’t accept money from a dangerous person and someone who has been in prison. So what I did is that I asked him from where he had come and he told me the same place the major told us the dangerous man was from, nobody had taken him, and with that I for sure knew he was the man. Because no one would take a prisoner.
I felt angry with the man because he dared to give a knock on my door. I felt he was kind of insulting me and my family. That I was a man of bad intentions who was in favor of threat, robbing, and delinquency. I felt sad about the poor man at the same time because he looked really tired and hungry, for a moment it crossed for my mind that I was going to give him a corner of the garden and some soup. But I knew that was not the right thing because he has caused evil to our society. So I just thought that for just helping him, I would get judged by the people and by a jury, and could be accused of helping a delinquent. But I also thought about God, that God puts poor people first, that helping poor people is one of God’s sacred commandments and that poor people went first than the people like me that have available resources.
I just didn’t know what to do. I thought about the poor man’s agony, about God and about my future. When I saw my future in jail, I just thought about my children growing up a few years without a dad, with my wife without my company, about me my job lost, no more money, I just couldn’t deal with it. When I thought about the poor man I just felt it was the right thing to help him but I just couldn’t do it. So what I did is that I got my shotgun, pointed the man with it, and told him to go away, he cried to me for a glass of water, he was really messed up, every time I saw his face, I felt pity. I couldn’t so I just screamed and insulted him to get out of my property or if not I was going to call the police and that I had a shotgun then he cried and begged, and I just said “go away you insignificant thing” and just shut my door. Now that I think about it I feel guilty, I could have give him soup, and could just not tell anyone. God, please forgive me, for I have sinned.
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