Twenty years in the dark

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My disregard for Him finally caught up with me; my actions which I had continuously boasted about finally betrayed me, bringing with it dire consequences. I wobbled as I made my way across the road to a nearby bus stop. With every step I took, I could feel the pain ripping through my left ribcage as thick blood gushed out through the hole in my T-shirt where the knife had pierced through. I could feel whatever strength left in my body draining away fast. My gags muffled my expletives as they came out as little more than grunts. "Open space please, open space," the paramedic shouted. I whispered in pain, "Please, Lord, don't let me die."