Today I'll write part no 1 then next day if I live I'll write part no 2
Subject ( The Dream) I wish you'll enjoy for read it
In the year 1750 I was working at the church in Castleton , a small town in the south of England. One night a knock at the door woke me up. Outside was a poor little girl, crying loudly~!@n. After a few minutes, I understood that her father was very ill, almost dying$$6, and she wanted me to come to him.
Of course I’ll come, I said. Where do you live~!@q? Who is your father~!@q? She did not answer but began to cry more loudly$$t. Again I waited until she was calm, and then asked her the same question#e.
My father is Pat Connell, she said and now I’m sure that you won’t come.
I knew about Pat Connell. He was a bad man, who often stole things, and he drank too much beer:118574826:. I never saw him in church. He was a bad man, but he was dying and I had to go to him:), to say a few words to help him as he died.
I put on my coat and followed the poor little girl through the cold, dark streets. We walked quickly and our way took us to the worst part of the town. The streets were narrow, the houses were old and there was a terrible smell. The girl went through a small door and I followed her up the broken stairs to top of the building. She took me up to the bedroom where her father lay. His wife and children were sitting round the bed watching worriedly. The doctor was also with him. I went closer to the man and looked at his face, which was blue from too much drink. His lips were black and, from his breathing, I felt sure that death was not far away.
Is there any hope? I asked the doctor. He shook his head and listened to the man’s heart.
The wife and children began to cry~!@n. I stood still, watching them, feeling sad that I was too late to help the dead man, too late to talk to him about God.
Suddenly the wife screamed and pointed at the bed~!@@ac. I turned round quickly and saw the body of the man sitting up in bed. For a few second I could not move. I stood, confused, thinking:050103thi of dead men and ghosts until I realized that the man was alive. The doctor ran to took at him and found running from a cut in the man’s body.
The blood coming out has made him better, he said. I’ve never seen this before. He’s very lucky~!@q.
The doctor left promising to return the next day. I did go back the next day and the day after, but the sick man was always sleeping. On the third day I returned and found him awake