Now the door opened slowly and I saw him, a figure as dark as the night itself and he had a chilly look as the night had. He was short stature d, well built with thickset shoulders. He stood there, a dark shadow. I knew he was taking stock of the situation.
Then something in his hand gave a sparkle. He had a big knife in his hand. As I saw the knife in his hand the picture of psycho flashed in front of my eyes. My heart sank within me. Instinctively my hand switched on the light. We saw each other.
Our eyes met and I shouted loudly for HELP! With electric agility the man disappeared out of the room. I know he came with a dark design. But I cannot account for his disappearance. There is one thing, which to this day keeps me perturbed. Where had I seen him earlier? After about an hour of the incident my parents came back and I told them about the situation I had gone through while they were out. They were shocked to hear about the incident and at the same time happy to see how bravely I handled the situation.
After that incident I had a disturbed sleep and had bad dreams throughout the night. From that day I learned one thing we must depend upon ourselves. Nothing is impossible for the willing heart. If we are bent upon doing something good, nothing can stand in our way. Even god will be on our side in the completion of the noble deed. In my point of view, self-help is the sharpest weapon in our hands.
It is the most valuable force and vital breath of life. A strong willed person like me depending upon his own capabilities does not look forward to others for help.
The Essay on Dark Night Of The Soul
Millers “Dark Night of the Soul” starts off with the story of the 1999 Columbine shootings. We enter the imaginative minds of Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, and we try to understand what really went wrong. Harris and Klebold felt like they were alienated from the rest of their high school. This feeling of being lonely drove them to the point of becoming violent. They got back at those people who ...
