Saved! (3)

Have you ever felt saved by someone or something that changed your life forever?

Malcolm lead an early life of drugs, shootings, and burglaries. He had sunk so low that I'm sure he didn't think that anyone could have saved him. When Malcolm went to prison, something happened to him; to his soul. He was forgiven by Allah, god of Islam, and given a second chance in life. Not many people get that second chance, but Malcolm did. From the moment he walked through those prison doors, he was a better person because they kept him disciplined. When he actually transformed into a better person is when he started believing and praying to Allah. After leaving and reflecting on his "savior," he recounted, "Awareness came surging up in me--how deeply the religion of Islam had reached down in the mud to lift me up, to save me from what I inevitably would have been: a dead criminal in a grave, or, if still alive, a flint-hard, bitter, thirty-seven year old in some convict penitentiary, or insane asylum" (Haley 293). Malcolm was saved from this fait by Islam.

There has been many times that I have felt someone or something has saved my life. One instant I can really remember that I felt saved was when my sister stepped in and took the blame for something I had done. It was about five years ago when I was clowning around in the house that the accident took place. My sister was watching television in the basement, my parents were out shopping,  and I was supposed to be doing my homework so I could go to my friends party later, but I wasn't. I was making myself a snack in the kitchen. I reached up in the plate cabinet and accidently knocked over a vase in my attempt to grab a plate. It felt as though it happened in slow motion, the vase slipped from the cabinet and smashed into a million pieces on the floor. I stared at it horror struck realizing that it was my mom's favorite vase and that she would be so angry with me. My sister came running up the stairs asking what had happened. We cleaned up the mess together and put it in the garbage. I knew I had to tell my mom. When she came home, I ran down the stairs and proceeded to tell her. My sister got there first and told her that she did it and that it was all her fault. Mother was so upset that she took away my sister's cellphone. Later I asked her why she had taken the blame for me. She had simply responded, "I know you really wanted to go to the party later and it's not a big deal. I don't have anywhere to go, I just wanted you to be able to go to your party." My sister had saved me from getting in trouble. Don't worry, we eventually told my mom that I broke it a year later. A year later, she really didn't care though. All I know is that I was so grateful that my sister helped me get out of trouble like that.

On January 15, 2009, a jetliner with 155 people landed on the Hudson river after loosing power in both engines.  I'm sure the people on this plane were very scared about what was going to happen to them. Something like this happens so rarely that people aboard the plane probably didn't think they would make it home to their loved ones. Little did they know, that they had an expert captain, Chelsey B. Sullenberger. He landed the plane on the Hudson River after deciding that they wouldn't be able to make it back to La Guardia airport. Every single person inside that airplane made it out alive because of the captain, Mr. Sullenberger. He saved them all with his quick thinking and is now a hero. (Link to article I talked about in this paragraph- click http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/16/nyregion/16crash.html?scp=2&sq=plane%20crash%20on%20hudson&st=cse )

Malcolm was saved by Islam, I was saved by my sister, and the people on Airbus A320 were saved by captain Sullenberger. It's amazing to think that you can still be saved in your worst moment by someone or something who really cares about you!