The man who saw everything
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- Today was July,16,1960 and I was strolling down the street with my sack made of fabric. It was a nice and sunny day as I saw something that caught my eye.It was a beautiful neighborhood that seemed to be rich. Maybe there would be someone who would spare a little bit of change. With this it will have been a full year since I lost my job, it felt like just yesterday When the people came and robbed me and stripped me of my house and money. But today was different I felt likewas gonna go to the houses and gain some money no matter what it took
- As I strolled along the neighborhood I saw a man watering his plants. I knew this man, they called him Don for he was the elder that was said to be very wise. Maybe he would be wise enough to tip the old beggar some money. As I approached I pulled my sac out and I said the words that I knew too well. I croaked “Do you have any spare change that you could spare” As I went closer to the man, pushing through the fence door now. Don thought other wise saying “Go away you useless beggar” with a threatening tone As we argued I got closer, hoping that I could win his heart over for a little bit of change. It kept walking and walking until I was right in front of him but that was when it went down hill. That is when he pushed me and I blacked out
- In a flash of light, I woke up but I didn’t remember much. All I could remember was what the old man did to me. I heard a sound that caught me off guard. It sounded like people talking happily. I opened my eyes to see a bunch of people looking at me. I had gotten my wish. I was back and ready because Karma was coming after the old man.
- As a kid growing up, it was like a dream to be able to live my life again. I would have so much fun that I would almost forget my final goal of taking revenge on the old man. Every day I would think about how I could get my revenge . Every night, it would be back to the drawing board. Trying to find the perfect plan. It took what felt like days. But the days turned into weeks, the weeks turned into months, and the months turned to years and I still didn’t have the perfect plan.
- Years later, on a hot and sunny day, I was thinking of something to do when I saw some cans left over from the birthday party the night before. I happened to see some cans with some rocks. It reminded me of the show I had once seen where a kid threw rocks at cans to pass their time. Since I had nothing to do anyways, why not just do it? My first try was a miss and the second was a miss. For the first time in my life, there was something that challenged me. I would think about the man as I threw the rocks. I would whip the rocks thinking about the old man hoping that this would be the way to kill him. I put all that rage that I had been storing up into this one throw and “BAM!” I had it in the can. As it fell, I sighed a sigh of relief. Not too long after, I heard a crack. Not knowing what it was, I peaked over the ledge of the house and to my surprise, the crash was of the old man, slipping to his death after being startled by the movement of the can. . Karma had done bad things to his man.
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