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Saturday September 28th 2008; moving day!! Even before I made it to my new apartment with my couch, table and my clothes, I was met by a disturbed individual, he looked at me and asked if I had “two bucks”, It wasn’t the first time I had been asked for money; downtown Toronto if full of homeless people, it’s really sad : (but this time, it was different, I could see in his eyes that he wasn’t in a “normal” state, I told him that I didn’t have any money, he looked at me and asked me WHY NOT? All the while throwing his upper body toward me and pushing me with one hand! My heart started pounding! I started shaking! There was a fury in his eyes; I thought he was going to punch me! Not really knowing what to do, I started walking back toward my brother who was in his truck waiting for me to get back with the key , but the guy started following me and all I could think was “I can’t go toward my brother, that guy might hurt him or damage his truck!” In the mean time, I had grabbed my cell phone and started dialling the rental office hoping to get someone on the phone since the door was locked when I first got there, just before the attack, why not dial 911 you ask? I don’t know? as we (me and the mysterious individual) were going toward the doors that leads outside the building, there was people walking by, he would stop for a second and asked them for money, he would be rambling none sense and immediately turn his attention back to me and keep following me, at that time all I could think was; God, help me, there wasn’t anything else I could pray for, but also, there wasn’t anything else I needed to pray for! As we got to the doors, two guys were coming in, I think they knew something was wrong, they opened the door for me and waited before going in after the guy had come out too, it seems as though they were looking to see what this guy was going to do. As I was getting closer to where my brother was, I tried to seek alternate routes so that he wouldn’t see the truck that has my brother’s company name and phone number all over it, he tried to trip me and started running the other way!! THANK GOD!!!

I got in my brother’s truck, after I made sure that guy couldn’t see me. Shacking! All I could mumble was “I just got attacked by a homeless man!” The truth is; I don’t even know if he was homeless? My brother asked me if I was ok, I admittedly lied, and said yes! I took a few deep breaths and we proceeded with the moving, it took a good 12 minutes to move me! Try to beat that!! : )

After my brother made sure I was ok and left, I sat down on the couch, I was scared and disappointed in myself! Why did I turn my back on him, why didn’t I try to reason him, I know it sounds crazy, but I felt as thought I had failed God, the one who called me to be compassionate and loving and to trust in him! What if I turned my back on someone that He had placed on my path to help? All I could do at that point was asked people to pray for him over twitter! But, to this day, I still wonder, did God place him on my path for me to witness to him? And then today, on my way back from food shopping, as I was thinking about the “attack” I hear these words (in my spirit off course : ); When the going gets tough, don’t start running the other way! Is that what God was trying to teach me? Is He using an attack from the enemy to teach me something? Is it something I tend to do? Well, I would really like your thoughts on that? And please, keep praying that God will free that young man from whatever bondage he is in!