The day of my life that was the worst

Perhaps you've used the phrase "holy Samaritan" before and assumed it was a religious quotation held by priests or other good for heaven preachers. This word became more pronounced as I sat powerless on the highway's pavement, with little chance of returning home. I had not realized that my phone's battery was running low during our time at the club. And if I had to, how could I with the best combination of recent hits? It was well worth the time we had expended in dancing our hearts out. After a long day that seemed short due to extreme excitement, we walked past the graveyard into the bus station, and I waved my Friend Joe and his girlfriend as they got into a saloon car. Just as every other good friend, I reminded Joe, that we should meet in college the next day. I patiently waited for a taxi since the train had taken off. Immediately I noticed an approaching car; I cleared my throat in preparation for at least some bargain on the fare. When I threw my hand into the side pocket to confirm the presence of my wallet, it was not there.

As if in a dream I frisked myself. I unfolded the sleeves of my shirt, checked the collar, the shoes and hat. It was not anywhere! Then I reached out for my mobile phone with confidence so that I could remind my sister that I had forgotten my wallet and was stuck in the outskirts of the city from a friend_x0092_s birthday party. To my surprise, the phone was long dead; I could not send a text message or make a call. Now, while I remained secured between a rock and a hard place, I pondered over what fate was waiting for me. Just last Friday, police department had warned the public of conmen who pretend to be in need of help and turn they rob the people who tried to help them of their valuables. I hated that trick so much that I had vowed not to help people I do not know. It is because a person had also tricked me into giving him what he said was fare in a railway station after which he disappeared without saying a word.

Besides, who did not know of the ugly stories of wild animals attacking people in the suburbs after sunset? It was even clear when my mother was sending me with Joe_x0092_s greetings that I needed to remember not to be a victim of the wild. Men and women had been found with only their heads and limbs left in the solitude of this forest. Nobody had ever remained to tell the tale of what happens to them. So, I was obliged by circumstance to do what I hate most, seeking help from strangers. My case would even be worse because I needed pure help with nothing left in my hands. As expected, the first taxi driver I tried to stop was willing to help if only I had some little money for gas. To him, he was not in need of the required fare. In my second attempt, the lone traveler had expressed a genuine heart of a Good Samaritan but insisted on my identification card due to security concerns. All had remained in the wallet. When his voice finally appealed as he ignited the engines _x0093_Not even a mobile phone?_x0094_ I knew for sure that I could be living in the last hours of my life.

I decided to walk back home as kicks of a dying horse though it was practically impossible, it was the only option left. Darkness slowly leaped and the evening shadows became thick. I had partially given up in asking for help because it made me look like a typical criminal, a nonsensical felon. Many cars and even public service vehicles passed and I imagined what the people on board said about me. Could be they reminded their partners of the warning statement issued by the police, or maybe some pitied me of being ignorant of the wild animal_x0092_s attacks that had gone viral on the social media. Well, I hated myself and as my mind continued to torture me, mother_x0092_s counsel re-occurring, worked out with the extreme dancing and party spirit only to end up in this perilous jungle! It was during this time that a car stopped by and a stranger asked me to get into the car. Surely, it was hard to comment when he dropped me by our entrance; what I know is that he was a complete stranger who came to my aid. In my memory, this remains the worst day of my life, and every time I am tempted to regret of it, the name comes to my mind, _x0093_The Good Samaritan._x0094_