I got a story to tell.
This is posted by a friend of mine.
Believe it or not.
A teenage girl about 17 had
gone to
visit
some friends one
evening
and time passed quickly as each shared
their
various experiences of the past year.
She ended up staying longer than
planned,
and
had to walk home alone. She wasn't
afraid
because it was a small town and she
lived
only
a
few blocks away.
As she walked along under the tall elm
trees,
Diane asked God to keep her safe from
harm
and
danger.
When she reached the alley, which was
a
short
cut to her house, she decided to take
it.
However, halfway down the alley she
noticed
a
man standing at the end as though he
was
waiting
for her.
She became uneasy and began to pray,
asking
for
God's protection.
Instantly a comforting feeling of
quietness
and
security wrapped round her, she felt
as
though
someone was walking with her.
When she reached the end of the alley,
she
walked right past the man and arrived
home
safely.
The following day, she read in the
newspaper
that
a young girl had been raped in the
same
alley
just
twenty minutes after she had been
there.
Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy
and
the
fact
that it could have been her, she began
to
weep.
Thanking the Lord for her safety and
to
help
this
young woman, she decided to go to the
police
station.
She felt she could recognize the man,
so
she
told
them her story.
The police asked her if she would be
willing to
look
at a lineup to see if she could
identify
him.
She agreed and immediately pointed out
the
man
she had seen in the alley the night
before.
When the man was told he had been
identified,
he
immediately broke down and confessed.
The officer thanked Diane for her
bravery
and
asked if there was anything they could
do
for
her.
She asked if they would ask the man
one
question.
Diane was curious as to why he had not
attacked
her.
When the policeman asked him, he
answered, "Because she wasn't alone.
She
had
two tall men walking on either side of
her."
Amazingly, whether you believe or not,
you're
never alone.
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