I cheated death again

  1. Most of my problems in the last eight years have been the direct result of me doing the morally (or legally) correct action.
  2. On Saturday, I repeated the mistake of doing the morally correct action. Therefore, five men tried to kill me. I tried to outrun them. To escape from them, I jumped into a flood-swollen river. It was awe-inspiring, and terrifying, how powerful the river was. I lost some things, such as a shoe. I have bruises and pain all over. One of my toenails was ripped off. I could have died, but compared to the men chasing me, the river was merely dangerous.
  3. For 30 minutes after I had jumped into the river, they couldn’t find me. But they eventually saw me and started chasing me again. They threw rocks, sticks, and bottles at me, and a few hit me.
  4. I used a ladder to climb on the roof of a one-room house, and I pulled the ladder onto the roof. It rained for the next two hours. Three men gave up, but two of the men persisted. They threw rocks at me. They got a third man, a rope for climbing onto the roof, and a machete for killing me. They discussed different ways to kill me, and they started stacking firewood and barrels next to the house so they could climb up to me.
  5. After many hours of me running, jumping into the river, screaming for help, bystanders mocking my screams for help, running more, and being trapped on the roof, someone finally intervened. I left the town as quickly as possible.
  6. The dog is gone.
  7. I wasn’t afraid of death. I was afraid of pain. I was afraid they might merely seriously injure me but fail to kill me. If they had guns instead of rocks and sticks, it would have been much better.
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