Hi, I just want to share a story about my day yesterday. At 9 am, I went to church to attend a music class. There, I learned many good lessons about music, especially church music, and what kind of music Christians can use to pray to God. After the event, I went home under the drizzling rain.
At the bus stop, I saw an accident, and an old man was one of the victims. OMG, I was shaking as I watched it. His head was bleeding, and his skull was visible because his scalp was severely lacerated. It was hard to stop my arms and legs from trembling, and I immediately felt queasy. However, I just had to hold on until the bus heading toward my neighborhood arrived, and I finally got home with that distressing memory.
