I am out of the hospital now. We are all going out to dinner
to celebrate Miles’ homecoming and my recovery. Speaking of Miles, while I was
still in the hospital, my mom and dad had to go fill out a bunch of forms since
I was injured. Miles and Brooke stayed behind to keep me company. Little did I
know that Miles would soon tell us a story that would give me a new, deeper
outlook on God’s protection.
Brooke and
I were talking about various things like church, summer activities, and what
school would be like in the fall. When Miles walked in, Brooke jumped up and
gave him a big hug. “I’m so glad you’re home, Miles.” To be honest, I felt a
little left out, since I never knew Miles. “Well, how are you feeling?” asked
Miles. “Good.” I said. “A little restless though.” Well, I think I can fix
that; you want to hear what happened to me when I was kidnapped?” he said. My
eyes lit up with excitement, as did Brooke’s. “YEAH!” we both said together.
“It all started with a knock on our door…”
“Mommy, can
you take me to the library?” asked eight-year-old Brooke. “There is a book
there that I really want to read.” “But honey, your birthday is only a week
away. What if you get it for a present?” reasoned mom. “Well, then I can read
it over and over again. Besides, my friend Mary is going to be there.” Finally,
mom agreed to take Brooke to the library. Mom told Miles that they would be
back in about an hour, and then left. It was only twenty minutes later, when
Miles was playing his favorite video game, that he heard a knock on the door.
He went to his room and looked out the window. Seeing people he didn’t
recognize, he decided not to open the door. “They must be selling something.”
He thought. When he went back to play his video game, he saw the men outside
the back door. Miles stood up and headed for the phone. He never got to dial
911, however, because the men ran in through the unlocked back door and
kidnapped Miles.
Miles woke
up in the back of someone’s car. He felt groggy, and assumed that they had
knocked him out. Seeing this in spy movies, Miles tried to punch out the
taillight, but it just wouldn’t budge. He looked around for his cell phone and,
not surprisingly, the men had taken it. Miles stared to pray. He prayed that
God would help him find a way out. Suddenly, Miles heard the screeching of
brakes and tires. A thud came, and he was banged against the trunk. Because of
the force, the trunk flew open, and Miles nearly fell out. Slowly crawling out,
Miles went to the front of the car and peered in. Both men were unconscious Miles
looked around and saw the car that had hit them. Before he could even try to
flag them down, the car took off. Miles was a little disappointed, but at least
he was free for now. Miles decided to leave before his captors came to. He took
off running towed home, no matter how far.
After
running for quite some time, Miles slowed to a walk. Eventually, he came to a
rest stop. He went to the bathroom and asked for directions. Miles was
delighted to find out that his neighborhood was only thirty miles away. Miles
slept at a bench, and hitched a ride the next morning. Miles was let out on his
street. He ran the last few yards, but when he got to his house, he stopped. In
his front yard, he saw a for sale sign. Miles got a feeling of dread as he
rushed to the door, which was unlocked. He opened it, only to find that the
house was completely empty, not just of people, but of furniture as well. Miles
recalled how quickly his family moved out of their house that time they were in
the witness protection program. With a gasp, he realized that his family had
probably moved again. Miles sank to his knees and sobbed. His family could be
anywhere in the world.
Wiping away
his tears, Miles stood up and slowly walked out of the house. Miles knew what
he had to do “I’ll contact the FBI and tell them my situation. They’ll pick me
up and get me to my family. Nothing to worry about.” Miles went back to the
car. “Um, could you take me back to where you picked me up, please?” Miles
realized too late that it was not the same car. Miles looked at the driver and,
just as he recognized him as the guy who was in the passenger seat of the car
of the men who kidnapped him, everything went black.
When Miles
came to, it was very different from the first time. For one thing, instead of a
trunk, he was in a small room, and that room was moving. Spotting a window,
Miles peaked out. To his shock and horror, he was in the air over an ocean.
Miles was in a plane! In a plane flying over the ocean!” Just then, a man came
in, and he did not look happy. “Well, you’re a hard one to find Miles. We
thought we had you until the car accident. By the way, I blame you for my
brother’s death. If we hadn’t had to kidnap you, we would not have been driving
that day. I’ll be able to avenge him when we land in Turkey.” Miles could
hardly believe. They were going to Turkey? Before he could respond, Miles
suddenly felt very tired, and he fell asleep.
“Hey, kid,
wake up.” Miles awoke to the sound of a voice. The voice didn’t sound angry, so
Miles opened his eyes. He was staring into the face of a man. Miles sat up and
looked around. There were several other people in the room: Adults, teens,
kids, and even a baby. “What’s going on?”
Miles asked. “Well, we were all kidnapped and brought here. Probably for
ransom or something.” Some of the people introduced themselves. One of the
girls, who was about his age, looked very pretty. “My name is Ella.” She said
quietly. “I was brought here two years ago from Wisconsin.” The room they were in was dimly lit. There
were some books, a row of beds, a table, and a television. “They gave us TV?” I
asked. “Not really, they send us messages through that. Tell us what to do and
such.” Said Ella. Miles read books for a while, but then got bored. “I’ve read
all of them.” Said Ella. “My favorite book isn’t here, though, it’s Treasure Island.” Miles’ smiled a
little. “That’s my favorite book too. I didn’t know girls liked that type of
thing.” “You treasure and pirates? Well, I’m not really like other girls.” Said
Ella with a little laugh. “Yeah, I guess not.” Mile said shyly. It was good to
be around other people. If he were all alone in a place like this, Miles knew
that he would go crazy. That night, as Miles lay in a bed, which was very
uncomfortable, Miles thought about his family. It made him sad to think of them
so far away. “Did they think I was dead?” thought Miles. He didn’t even know if
he would ever see them again. After all, he was kidnapped, and stuck in a room
somewhere in Turkey. He wanted to see his family again, but it didn’t look as
if he ever would. I looked as if he would remain without them forever.
In a dream,
Miles was in heaven. He was looking around, and he saw his family. As Miles ran
to them, he realized that even if he never saw his family again on Earth, someday,
in heaven they would be reunited and spend eternity together. When Miles woke
up, he guessed that God had sent him that dream to comfort him. Miles smiled
slightly, thanked God for his comfort, and fell asleep.
Well, I
want to finish the story of Miles’ adventure, but I wrote in this diary instead
of doing my chores, so mom told me I could have it back next week. I’m a little
disappointed that I haven’t finished the story yet, but I will as soon as I
can.
I will post part two in one week.
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