”A Boy with the last second decision” referred to an incident happened between the articulate few last minutes to get the train and the boy who was hell late to catch up on time.
3 minutes left when he arrived at Railway Station, in the departure of his designative train. Security checks got him on the agony of 2 mins extra and what left was 1 min exact to catch the train. Suddenly a groozing alert he heard as the train was authorise d to leave the station. Bloody situation was what he carrying with him were one backpack on his shoulders, another handbag in left hand and followed by the last and the heaviest one, the trolley bag being curated by the right hand.
He saw train moving and now life starts giving him accurate lessons. He came down by the ladders so fast that two of the left side of trolley bag’s wheels got detained very badly, but still he made to the platform and now started running bloody as hell with those proficient weights on hands stretched to the shoulders.
Train’s speed got some plus plus and here the Gentleman running on the bench of high toxins of anxiety, asking himself that, “Will he able to make it or not”, again and again.
He was running as fast as he can, by the door side finally a hope he saw, by which he was able to put the handbag and let me give a check , still he is running behind the whole process. That hope was a 45 year old man standing on the door side but In reality, HE WAS GOD HIMSELF.
But still the problematic action was to outperform trolley bag to get in the train as it seem no possible way because of heaviness of the Bag. so naturally, train speed got more higher response in speed and now there was a situation followed by Do or Die kinda. After 2 seconds, a voice came under his head that you’re bloody Done here, there is nothing you can do now, one bag is already in the train and you gonna be washed out for damn sure, also you’re running with this pity weight. YOU CAN’T
followed by the next milliseconds, he started doubting himself that should he stop chasing ? As he was totally lost the faith.*
Followed by another second { Precious One } which gave an *adrenaline boost to his body, mind and soul, *mobilised by the words that
You can bloody do it
Yes You Can, You Can Do It.
Luckily in the next second, he don’t know what kind of invisible strength through his hands and somehow, he lifted the trolly bag which was bloody much much heavier but still made it and provided a edge to the man standing behind the door to get his hands on bag to pull off easily.
By God Grace and his Last Second Decision, the man got the bag and “ now its time to get yourself in the train “, he told to himself. Got the pace in next second as now there was no such weight unto him so he was able to preserve the seat he booked and least he got the train firstly.
That Last Second decided whether he will gonna make it or not but the important and noticeable point is, He never stop chasing the train and continuously performed the action and thats the only reason, He served with the last precious second.
— Directed By GOD
