Monthly Archives: January 2013

One weekend of Junior year in high school, I was spending the night at my best friend Ashley’s house. Now, Ashley is someone I consider to be the second half of my soul, so her house was like a second home for me, even though she didn’t live in the best part of uptown Harrisburg. Of course, if you stick me and Ashley in the same room to sleep in, there will be zero hours of sleep actually accomplished, so we stayed up all night talking, watching retarded YouTube videos, imagining perfect life scenarios, and taking regular sandwich breaks throughout the night. At about 3am, we decided to walk two doors down to her older sisters house for some Nutella, and you know, just to bug her because we were two restless, hyperactive teenagers. We went over there and accomplished what we went for, thoroughly annoying the hell out of her older sister as we talked her ear off with a mouth full of Nutella. We were just two happy, bored, girls with not a care in the world at the time. Life couldn’t have been more normal- Then we decided it was time to leave and make the small journey home. As we step out the door at about 4am, we hear loud pleading and shouting coming from the corner of the intersection at the end of her street.

In a matter of seconds, my life had gone from pleasantly normal to frightened chaos. We were witnessing an armed robbery. The street was deserted save for a taxi, its driver, a couple of thugs and their black truck. The men with the truck had forced the taxi driver out of his taxi and had a gun pointed to his face as he pleaded with them, “Please I don’t have any money! I don’t have any money please just leave me alone!”.. And at that point he tried to run and was being chased, yet he was surrounded so he never really got anywhere. They were trying to jump him and take all of his belongings, and who knows? They probably would have shot him afterwards.

Now, I processed all of this information in a matter of a millisecond, and the next thing I know I was running over there dialing 911 on my cell phone and screaming “STOP IM CALLING THE POLICE, I SEE YOU STOP LEAVE HIM ALONE”. Anything could have happened. I could have been shot, kidnapped, jumped, only God knows. But instead, somehow I had scared them off. They all ran for their truck and by the grace of God the man was all right, or so I thought. When I got closer he had a gash on his bloody face, and it seemed as though there was already a struggle. But all I could focus on in that moment was his words; he dropped to his knees in front of me, clasped my hands in his, and just kept repeating, “thank you thank you, you’re my guardian angel, thank you thank you”.-

Everything after that was very fast, Ashley was running after me with her father close behind, his booming voice shouting at me to get back. The police came quickly, and I was on my way all the while being screamed at for being so stupid and reckless with my own life. I didn’t think, I reacted, and I saved his life. Yes, I got in big trouble but I don’t regret a thing. I could have been seriously hurt or worse, but I don’t regret a thing. What I would have regretted was not doing anything to help that man. And I realized that I would gladly risk my life again to help an innocent person. What I believe in, is being there for one another in our times of need, what I believe in is not being just a bystander, what I believe in is selflessness and moral decency. And to this day, whether it was reckless or not, I did not stand by and watch crime happened, I helped another human being and it is what I am most proud of.

I am surprisingly excited to start blogs again, because I’ve come with a new determination to create blogs actually entertaining for you guys to read. (My new passion blog is going to be awesome, i’m just saying..) As for THIS wip blog, I’ll be listing just a few topics i’m interested in for our upcoming assignment.

Now, as for “This I Believe”, I’m somewhat determined to write about something unique and not totally cliche, however i’m finding this hard to do since my strong beliefs are essentially cliche.

One thing I wanted to write about is the power of love and why love is so important to me. Anyone that knows me on a somewhat personal level KNOWS that i’m just caring and loving and emotional all of the time (Lol). But, I believe I came to be this way because of who I am and how certain things in my life amplified this trait in me. Now I know you all may be thinking, “*yawn*, boring, done so many times, sappy, etc” , trust me I say the same thing. I just can’t avoid the fact that that is one of my strongest beliefs.

Another topic I was considering had to do with the simple joys of friendship & or the power a single smile wields. And yes, I do have actual life examples for the second option. I just think that all of the things i’m considering are too (repeat) “*yawn*, boring, done so many times, sappy, etc”.   

I plan on putting more thought into this assignment so as to come up with a truely unique subject to write about, but until then i’d really appreciate some of that good ol’ peer assessment & feedback! 🙂