One day, I was listening to a song in a beautiful park. Suddenly, I heard "help, help." When I looked up, I saw a huaman-shaped UFO in a parachute falling rapidly to the ground, moving directly to me. " Oh, my God!" cried I in a terrified voice; I narrowly escaped from the unknown being's sudden "attack action" and saved my miserable life in a second.
Startled like a hare chased by the hungry eagle, I was 100% sure that it took me quite a lot of time to bring myself back to life, and I was confident that it was like a Hollywood movie under the theme of disasters for I have never experienced such incident in my peaceful life spanning about 25 years so far. I was so furious at the uninvited annoyance of the "UFO", destroying my pleasant time in the pretty park. Moreover, it seemed that my wonderful weekend was to be a total mess because of the unwelcoming guest in an awkwardly parachute, who was at the moment sitting before me, with its legs and arms facing towards the azure sky, and acted like a slum dog who seemingly has traveled its journey far enough to enjoy such a forced landing in the earth, longing for help.
After a few minutes of observation, I plucked up my courage and decided to have, out of politeness, a few amiable greetings or rather, some sort of kindly inquiries representing the human race. "Hello? Bonjour? " said I in an uncertain voice in different human languages, attempting to find some connections between this miserable being and me, the self-claimed envoy of the human race.
Surprisingly, this UFO began to open its eyes with a painful yet trying expression, he said, "Hello, i need help... please... please..." Having a brainstorm in an instant, my intuition told me that he badly needed help. He then put off his hamlet and the parachute, I at once recognized that he was not a UFO or an alien from the outer space, but a member of our human beings, which gave me a relief.He continued, saying that, "I am a passenger of the Fight 911.
We are attacked by the terroism; we need help." Not far away, I saw the dead and injured here and there. I saw the bloody and firing wreckage of the crashed airplane, which took me back to the unforgettable scene to the 911 terrorism attack in America.Frightened as I was, I, out of instinct, called the police and rushed to rescue.After I moved a the dead body of a little girl, who was still holding her little gift for her grandma's birthday. I cannot restrain myself, tears welling down my cheek, sinking myself on the furious soil like a wreck.
" Hey, my brother! What are you doing here? " A familiar voice woke me up all of a sudden. It was one of my friends. It turned out to be a dream in the peaceful park. I was a little shameful of my falling asleep in the park while listening to the music. Finally, I, with my friend, went back to the campus.
However, I insist that I should not feel ashamed of my dream where it strikes as a wake-up call, not only to me but to the whole world as well, to cherish the hard-earned peace, security and prosperity after the two world wars' tortures and the tears of millions of human beings. In particular, the world today is now undergoing massive changes of every aspect in the international arena. Peace and security should, as always, be an eternal theme for the whole human race, which is the gift from my experience.
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