So I was left alone by the side of the road. I did not know what to do. It is about nine miles
from my home to school and I was only half way. I felt as though everything was over for
me. I cried as I thought of the exam I was missing and the friends who had left me. I felt
the pain in my leg. It was very bad. At last I remembered what my parents had
taught me about God and I cried out to him. I said, "Lord, which is the way for me – to say
sorry and follow you, or to die?"
An hour passed. Then a man came by on a rickshaw. I did not know him, but he took
me to hospital. I had no money with me to pay for treatment but the man helped me with
this too. I had to have seven stitches in my leg. When I got home, my family and friends
came together to thank God for saving me.
The accident to my leg made me think about my life. I asked Jesus Christ to forgive
me for turning away from him and from all my parents taught me. I told God I would follow
Jesus and do what he wanted for the rest of my life.
It was three months before my leg was better. But I knew God had used this accident
to show me his love. Now I have a friend who is always with me – Jesus Christ.