So yesterday, I had this experience and want to share it here. I am a writer so pardon me as I narrate it.

Early in the morning, somewhere in Port Harcourt, my legs carried me to the balcony of our two story building. I am normally an 'inside person', so whatever I was doing on the balcony at that time was what I could not tell. Though, I was to find out later. I just savored in the early morning breeze and lazily allowed my eyes wander across the scenery.

My gaze settled downstairs on a little boy. His parents lived downstairs. With my eyes, I followed him as he trotted from the front of his father's car which was parked in front of their flat, to the back of the car. He seemed like he was looking for something. I didn't know what it was and I couldn't bother myself with another family's affair.

I quickly removed my gaze from him, but immediately, his father emerged, carrying what looked like a phone close to his ear - probably listening to radio or making a call.

Something seemed amiss but I couldn't tell. Then it struck me. I haven't seen that little boy since he disappeared to the back of the car. I squinted to see if I had missed him leaving that location.

Then I saw it. From my vantage point, I saw some tiny legs directly behind the rear tyre. Damn! something bad is about to happen. At that instance, I screamed at the top of my voice at the man who was unlocking his car door at this moment. The little breeze that blew gleefully took my voice in the opposite direction away from the man. I had to do something...and fast.

At the moment, the man was settling into his car but whoever or whatever he was listening to on his device was giving him a welcome distraction.

My voice was not helping at all. My breath increase and my hair stood at the thought of the impending danger. I quickly looked behind me, if I could see something to hurl at him - nothing at all.

I dashed to the sitting room, frantically searching for something. My fingers grabbed the nearest portable object; my plastic reading table. It is those types that you can open and put books inside.

I grabbed it and without a second thought, went outside and flung it at the man's car. I intended for it to land close to the car just to draw his attention, but it landed on his bonnet with a thud, denting it.

The man came out of his car. His eyes searching for where that came from. I waved from my location and could visibly see anger plastered on his face.

Immediately, I flew down the flight of stairs and met a man who seemed like he wanted to tear me apart. I muttered a "sorry" and passed him, running straight to the back of his car.

My eyes bulged at what I saw. Apparently, the little boy was not alone. From what I could deduce, his twin sis was stuck under the car, probably as they were playing, and he also got under trying to help her.

I dragged the boy out as the man's eyes followed me, dragging his feet along. I also brought out the girl and there I was, presented with a little crowd that had gathered because of the thud and shouting from the man.

That instance, it dawned on the man. His children were under the car and he was about to drive out. I explained the situation to the eager ears around, how I couldn't get the man's attention at first and had to throw something at him.

The "thank yous," "Jesus," and "chais" kept pouring in. I had to seize the opportunity. I saw the dent on his bonnet and asked him what I could do about it. He gave me my expected reply, with his mouth still open, "don't worry about it." I quietly went back upstairs, cuddling my partly damaged reading table, leaving everyone to take in what had just happened.

Later in the evening, the man came with his wife and the twins, thanking me for what I did. According to him, he dreamt that night of something bad happening to his twins. He had no idea that it was going to happen through him. I added flavor to the session with my occasional "hmm", "ahh" and "udomminit."

Well, he finalized by asking for my account number. Who am I not to give it to him? Afterall, we are pencils in the hand of the creator. I was very happy when I saw 50k alert. He told me that the money he would have used to do burial, it's better he gives me some of it.

While reminiscing on the event, I realized how few seconds could be the defining moments of one's life. Anyway, I have gained a new family as a friend.

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Bro, God bless you immensely

God used u to save those kids. A million thanks to u

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Kudos to you

Not all heroes wear cape

You are a hero and lives saver. God bless you for your prompt response and courage.

We are indeed pencils in the hand of our p creator... Make i drop my acct details

Op e no go make sense o if I follow share with your glory. Hunger wan finish me for school. E no easy o. Nothing too little bro

Op e for make sense make I follow share with your glory abeg hunger wan finish me for school.. E no funny again for me o

This story sweet me for belle... At least make person hear good news small na.

Damn

You are indeed God sent and I bless God for your smartness. God will not allow any evil to befall you or your family

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