The wind was cold and brisky and also pushing me back as I tried to get to the nearest house. I was robbed and shot by some smugglers. Now my brand new white shirt was almost painted with blood. I’m aching all over, and every step I took toward the nearest house felt like climbing a mountain. Suddenly, I slipped and fell down. I slid down the hill as if I was a winter sled.

    I quickly regained my posture and tried yet again to climb that hill. Finally, after several attempts, I made it up the hill. I quickly walked to the nearest house and repeatedly pressed on the doorbell. Some lady I don’t know opens the door. To my surprise, she graciously took me in. After she gave me clean clothes and let me shower, I strolled inside her living room. I was quite shocked to figure out that this lady was a DOCTOR!!!

    After figuring out the lady was a doctor, I immediately rushed up to her and asked her to heal me. She said yes, but under one condition: I had to promise her that I would always come back to her for a physical. After I promised, she took a physical of me and then took the bullet out of my shoulder. She had insisted that I was awake when she was going to extract the bullet. I still felt pain even when she shot me with painkillers.

    After the extraction, I felt horrible. She said that it was a “punishment”. She also said she never wanted to see me in jail. As soon as I was patched up, I thanked the doctor and booked it out of that house. I had to get these clothes off and change them. I looked like a teacher!

    When I put my “different” clothes on, I felt much better and looked much better. I also learned a valuable lesson from the experience, and I plan to spread that with my friends asap. I gotta run. I just got a new job as a sanitation worker. Catch up with ya later! 

FYI: The doctor isn’t real.