It had been an ambitious plan. The anarchist had tried to rob a bank all by himself, but then he had ran out of ammunition and now he was trapped in a back portion of the bank building with no escape.
As he stood in silence, hugging his gun and waiting to be found, the anarchist knew that there would be ample anecdotes from newspaper analysts the next day to amend to his obituary. They would certainly refer to the anguish he had undergone as a child. Then they would employ all their analytical abilities to reveal other impacts of his ancestry on his ambiguous life.
These thoughts flew from his mind however when an angel suddenly appeared to him. He fell to his knees, sure that the Almighty God was coming to take him home. His fears were only amplified when the angel said in an alluring yet powerful voice, “Fear out, your time is short. Stop your goal to amass a foutune for yourself and turn to God.”
Not having any analogy to help him know what to say, or any reference for his excellent analytic abilities to think about, the anarchist only kneeled in silence and empty thought.
Then the angel smiled and spoke again in a more amiable voice, “Stand up. The Lord is providing you a chance to lead an alternate life. Leave this place now through the rear buildings annex and you will escape. But remember, God is watching.”
When the angel was gone the anarchist stood and ran. He had no idea how to describe this experience by analogy, but he was happy for a second chance. ?
The anti-war activist was not surprised at all that his primary adversay,the Admiral,had been afflicted with a drug addict for a son.He was actually quite happy to find out that his enemy had such personal problems.It was the advent of a new day,however,when the activist decided to help administer the treatment for the adolescent and help the Admiral fight this adverse situation.And it was clear that the Admiral was a wonderful person when the activist saw how much the Admiral adored his son.
Now living in an adjacent room in a special section of a treatment center, the activist was able to adhere to the strictest methods for helping the boy fight his addiction. The activist was able to help with aesthetic changes,such as adorning the boy with clean clothes, as well as affirm the boy as his body struggled with the medical additives that would help the boy get better.
Certain events were luckily also not adhesive in the youth‘s mind. This included the boys’ aerial leap from a tall building. He did not die only because he landed in the swimming pool of the adjoining building.
And now the activist was gaining the attention of his affiliates because of his honorable actions. This had never been his motive. He had only wanted to help a person in need. And, as the Admiral adjourned their weekly meeting about the boy‘s progress,the activist was really happy that he had been able to make a difference in someone’s life.