"We were to cocky with the city. We were taking our chances with Johannesburg," I said.
He just looked back at me, silently, still stupefied by the night's events.
Flip was hi jacked last night.
A reality to some.
A non-existent to others.
Last night, we just became another statistic in this mad country.
They held a gun to his head.
They cocked it.
"Chill", the guy said.
Chill. Are you freaking kidding me?
You! Lazy, vain, idiotic.
You would like us to chill?
He took our house keys, we didn't sleep there last night.
I'm sitting in anticipation,
wondering how much of our house will be left over when we return.
He took a diamond my mom bought me for the Millennium.
He took Flip's phone, our memories.
His wallet.
But you know what he didn't take?
Flip's life. Our hope.
I am rejoicing this morning,
I am happy.
What are material things?
Insurance will pay out.
But a life?
You can't just phone God and replace a life.
But Flip called to Him and He heard.
He protected us last night.
He gave us hope.
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3 comments:
Oh no Megan, this is terrible! Where did it happen? I'm so glad you guys are ok. Bloody hi-jackers they all deserve to be blasted off the planet.
xxx
Jenna
Oh my word! That's horrific. I'm so glad that you and Flip are ok. It's so scary. I can't even imagine what you guys went through. :(
Oh Megan!! I am so do sorry!! I am so happy you are ok!! Keeping you both in my thoughts and prayers!
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