When I was in Grade 1, I was very naughty. I always keep on roaming around and playing with my friends, running after them. Until such time, I met accident.
I was running after them, and then suddenly my head was bumped in such hard thing and get wounded. A great wound was continuously bleeding. At that moment, I thought it would be the end. I was frightened maybe because I never wanted to see blood. 
It keeps on bleeding that even my face were seemed bloody.
Until such time, they brought me to a hospital. My mother was there and seemed to be crying because of too much fear. I never thought my mother would felt too much terror. At that time, mother never stops on praying but then, the doctor decides that it must be sewed maybe because it is a big wound. Then after the operation, everything was fine. It has been, cured. I was very thankful for that especially to my mother. Prayers were really powerful. I think God was really good to me. I think it was only a test to mold me as better chid. At that time, I learned to be more disciplined; obedient, extra careful of myself and most of all have faith in God.
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