1 Corinthians 13: 1 & 13

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

14 August 2012

A Regrettable Event (S.2A Kelly Chan)

      I’m now living in prison and I’m very regretful.


One reason — I was a thief.
        Since I was young, I was a lonely girl. I didn’t have any friends, all people ran away from me. I was not happy every day.
        ‘Oh! A poor girl!’ my classmate said loudly.
        ‘Her uniform was very dirty …’ the other classmate laughed, pointing at me.

        I felt sad; I looked at my uniform and I really really wanted to buy a new one.

One day after school, I walked alone. I went through the streets. Suddenly, I noticed that the stationer was on sales and everything was half-priced.

 Wow I can’t believe my eyes! I knew that I should buy something cheap for my studies.

        Ding dong …’ I opened the door and I saw the shopkeeper sleeping.

 Hello? Can I take a look at those …’ I asked quietly.
         Can I take a look at those …’ I asked quietly again.

However, no one answered me and I only heard the shopkeeper snoring. She slept and slept, she didn’t know I was there!

At that moment, I suddenly had a heart of greed. I opened the drawer …
        ‘Wow, a lot of money there! I can buy a new uniform!’ I thought happily, looking at the money.
        Then, I looked around. The shopkeeper was still fast asleep.
        ‘Yes! No one here …’ I thought.
        I took out all the money in the drawer and walked lightly to the door.
        When I pushed the door open, suddenly, the shopkeeper woke up.

 ‘You! Poor girl! Stop there!’ the shopkeeper shouted angrily and loudly.
         I was very scared. I ran out fast, as fast as a deer running for its life. I was very scared.

 ‘Little girl, stop!’ two policemen shouted, running at me …
         Finally, the policemen caught me and I had to return the money to the shopkeeper.
         And then I go to prison. That’s where I am now.
         I feel very regretful.

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