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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Body Language (11/25/10)

TITLE: My Night in Cleaning Armor
By Philip Barrington


My night was going smoothly cleaning offices. In the stillness of the night, I would go from one building to another. Tired, dirty and hungry, I knew there was one more job to do. A house belonging to a drug referral center was the destination for cleaning in the early morning hour.

An echo went across the car park as I closed the iron gates to the main building where the cleaning office was located. Hurriedly going to my car, I constantly looked over my shoulder to be sure I was safe. Thud! The closing of the car door of my Holden echoes around me when nothing else is in sight.

Starting the engine seemed like the only noise around. I knew my next destination was not far away.

With keys in my hand opening the door and shutting it quickly behind me I knew I was safe.

The cleaning equipment was just up the hall in an old linen cupboard. Finishing my job and going home was the only thing on my mind. Gathering the cleaning equipment with the lights out, I aimed my body toward the light switch in the kitchen where water was accessible. I switched the light on and looked ahead.

“Huhhh, What are you doing here?”

He did not answer

Staring at the tall male figure leaning against the cupboard by the sink, I asked again, “What are you doing here?”

“I just broke in through the window.”

“What window?”

“The window over there,” He said, pointing.

Walking backwards cautiously, my eyes fixed on the man, I told him to stay where he was and not move.

Seeing the window broken I walked back to the position where he first scared me. Cunningly, my eyes viewed a large heavy typewriter sitting on a table.

If he moves I am going to throw it.

He looked toward me and saw what I had in mind so he did not move. After questioning him for a length of time, it was evident he broke in for cash. After realizing there was no cash on the premises he got confused and did not know what to do.

I knew the responsibility was his for the next step and so did he.

“What do you want to do now?” I asked.

During the course of the conversation, I shared with him about Jesus and how he could be saved. Sharing Jesus with him became a joy and my fear had depleted. I still had my eye on the old heavy typewriter.

He made it very clear he did not want to call the police. After sometime diligently convincing myself and him, my boss would be able to get some help for him, he reluctantly let me phone my boss.

Keeping my eyes on him, I phoned my boss, “This is Bob here.”

“Bob, I have come to clean the drug referral centre and someone has broken in through a window and he is still here.”

Taking a gasp of air he replied, “He is still there?

“Yes, Bob. He is wondering if you were able to help.”

Instantly Bob’s voice changed to a deep concerned pitch. “I’m calling the police.”

“Okay, I am so glad you are able to help out.” I said carefully.

We both hung up.

“He’s calling the police isn’t he?”

“No, he is coming over to see if he could help.”

At this point, I started to feel guilty because I had lied to him. But before God my aim was to get him some help.

Within minutes the police was at the broken window pointing a gun at me.

“Come here!”

“He’s in here.” I whispered signalling with my hand.

“Will you come over here?” The police tried again.

“For goodness sakes, he is over here.” I whispered with a louder whisper and waving my hand for him to come in through the broken window and see.

There was a loud knock at the front door

“Oh, that must be my boss. He is here to help you.”
Leaving the policeman at the broken window, I opened the door. Another policeman was standing there.

“I said come in he is in the kitchen.”

A relief came over me. Simultaneously the police at the window and the one at the door came through at the same time and arrested him.

This is a true story but due to privacy, names have been changed.
The one arrested got help.

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Rachel Phelps12/02/10
It's awesome that this is a true story. try reading your story out loud for places where words may be missing or sentences be unclear. Any place where you need to pause and re-read to get the sentence out smoothly should probably be re-written. Great pick for this topic.
diana kay12/03/10
i love the title very clever! a good story too!
Verna Mull 12/05/10
A very exciting account. You handled the situation so well. God bless you.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 12/06/10
This was a scary story. You did a good job showing that danger was near. I'm glad it had a good ending.
Phyllis Inniss12/07/10
Very interesting and exciting story. I was a little apprehensive that the police would think you were the culprit and arrest you.
Brenda Rice 12/08/10
Your concern for the man was obvious. The tension was apparent. Thanks for sharing.