This
happened to me some weeks ago… or not, I don’t know yet, maybe it was a dream
but it was too personal and magical to talk about, so I just want to write
about it and share it like this.
I was walking home as everyday afternoon, nothing was going wrong or out of normal, until I saw, in an hidden alley, an old woman being stolen by a man dressed in black. I doubted it, but then I quickly decided to do something to stop the thief. I didn’t think it too much so I went there and punched the man as hard as I could but of course I wasn’t strong enough to stop him. The old lady ran the faster she could, leaving me alone against the criminal. I tried to run but I didn’t have where to go, I was trapped in the alley with no escape. I tried again to kick the thief but I stupidly fell down, broke my leg and hit me on the head violently. I was really lost, and there was nothing else I could do. The man who was like a meter away from me was coming nearer and I lost all my hopes. Suddenly, everything happened fast: a man dressed in a strange costume jumped from the roof, beat the criminal, picked me up and took me to the hospital by the rooftops of the city. It may sound weird, I know, but he looked just like a real superhero, and he seemed to have their abilities. I don’t remember much but I think he was some sort of Spiderman. Yeah, you may think I’m crazy, but that’s what I saw. My parents said the thief maybe just ran away and someone took me there by car or something, and I didn’t deny it. I don’t want them to think I’m crazy or just raving. All I know is what I saw and the fact that I believe it is enough for me. I was rescued by a superhero, and even if I was not completely conscious, it was by far the best thing I ever lived. The only thing I may regret for the rest of my life is not having said thanks to my superhero.
