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One Moment in Time, Your Life, Your Choice...

Sean is a teacher who is writing about his spiritual adventures to help other people find balance and self-respect.


Fatal Choice

John felt as if he had just recovered from a faint. He realized that he was lying down on the ground and he tried to stand up. He looked in front of him in the dark alley, and in the faint light of the moon, he saw the body. A shiver ran down his back, and he wrapped his coat tighter around his body, trying to warm up a bit, but then he realized that it was not cold that he was feeling. Although it was a frozen night, piercing cold, he wasn't feeling the cold at all. On the other hand, he wasn’t feeling warm either. It was as if he were at an ideal temperature that wasn’t causing any sensation to him. He thought it might be because of the shock and he decided not to deal with it anymore. Now that some scattered scenes had started coming back to his mind, he felt that the temperature was not the most important thing he had to think about.

First of all, he had to see what had become of his wound. He brought his hand to the place of his heart, as he was looking for the injury. He remembered that it was somewhere there that he must have been hurt by the other man's knife. Indeed, in the moonlight, he saw that at that point his clothes had a small tear, and there were stains of blood, but they were dry.

He exhaled with a sigh of relief as he realized that although he had felt a very intense pain when the man stabbed him, now the bleeding had stopped; therefore the wound must have been very frivolous. So he could forget this problem at the moment, he would give proper treatment to the knife cut later when he would be alone in his home. His thick clothes seemed to have saved him.

Suddenly he stopped reflecting and wondered how stupid he could be! He was spending his time worrying about a wound that wasn't even hurting him, (how strange that was, he was not feeling any pain at all!) while there was a dead body...

His mind stayed trapped in his last thoughts, so he paused again to process it!

“Indeed, this wound must have been nothing but a scratch, because, by all the shock, the pain has already gone.” he thought.

"What am I doing?... What am I thinking of?..." he whispered with anger as he realized once again that he was worried about a scratch, while a body was lying in front of him!

"Oh God, I wish he is not dead," he said as he was kneeling with hesitation beside the man that was lain on the ground just some feet in front of him.

He couldn't see clearly in the twilight, but he was sure that the stranger's face was covered with fresh blood. A lot of blood! And there was more on the ground beside the man's head. He bent a little more, fearful, trying to discern some signs of life. The stranger was not moving at all, and he wasn't even breathing.


"Oh my God, what have I done? What have I done?" he cried. He covered his face with his hands, and he stayed still, kneeling on the wet ground of the dark alley, beside the body of the stranger, lost in his gloomy thoughts. He was so confused. His mind was seeking to find some light in this terrible darkness. He was trying to explain to himself what had happened, but it was like all his thoughts were blocked by the image of the blood-covered man he had in front of him.

He, who had not hurt a fly so far in his life, now he had in front of him a dead body. Not just any unknown man that he had found dead in this dark alley, but the dead body of a man who was killed by him.

He always said that he would treat all situations with calmness and understanding. He used to declare pompously to his friends that he would prefer to die himself, rather than cause harm to his fellow man. And now a man was lying down in front of him. A man with a broken head and a face that was full of blood. And all had been caused by his hit. By his fist that had been reinforced by his stupid fear.

He had never punched a man with such force before. In fact, he had never hit a man before. But in this cold night, in this dark alley, fear had blurred his mind. Was it the fear of losing his life, or was it for the money he was carrying with him? You see, he had just taken a significant amount of money, a little time ago, when he took this turn. And he was carrying all this money in his wallet. That is why he had chosen to shorten his way home through this dark alley. How stupid he was! This fear, at the sight of a ragged man, holding a knife in his shaking hand, threatening "your money or your life," had made John forget about everything. It had made him forget about his God and all the right things that he believed in, or at least he thought that he believed so far. And he reacted like an animal. He clenched his fist and, with as much power as his fear gave him, struck the face of the other.


Now that his thoughts have started to form a sequence again and the pictures of the entire event returned to his mind, he was sure that this poor man had no intention from the outset to harm him. He knew now, as he remembered his eyes, full of anxiety and fear, sunken from deprivation. Those eyes were staring at him as if they were begging for help rather than making a threat. And the sweat that was glistening on his face was evidence of his agony.

He was now confident that if he had given this poor man the slightest chance of escape, he would have run away. Not to mention his supposed charity, that so staunchly he supported all his life. If he had acted with a good willing in this challenging situation, and he had given him the money he had, then both of them would have been much happier when they would have left this miserable alley, which now seemed like the road to hell. But he chose the most stupid way to act and so he did not give any chance to the stranger. He decided to attack. For the first time in his life, John had decided to hit another human being! So the other man by instinct struck back with his knife to the heart of his threat. Everything was done instantly. The clenched punch and the blade moved in parallel directions with a short time difference. John felt his punch breaking some bones, and the other felt his knife tearing clothes and flesh before losing his senses, pulling it out with him as he was falling down.

It was so strange how clear, all these scenes in his mind, were now. As if they were happening again, at this time, and as if he were a third person, an observer who was watching from a distance. He tried to take a deep breath to calm down, but he felt that the air did not obey the call of his lungs. He brought his right hand before his eyes and looked at it. It was covered with blood, the blood of the stranger. He mechanically wiped it on his coat. By understanding the futility of this act, he wondered what this move could correct. He turned his face, full of sadness, but also with a strange serenity and looked at the other's motionless body.

"What will I do now? What should I do now? What an idiot like me could do in a situation like this?" he whispered with despair. He broke into tears again. "Oh my God, how I betrayed you! I am so sorry, I am so deeply sorry," he cried out. "What can I do now? How can I undo this terrible error?" He turned his head to the sky and said: "Oh God if I'd had a choice, I would have taken his place. I wish I could be the dead one, and this poor fellow to go away safe and sound. I would give him all my money too. Who knows, it could be the starting point for a new life for him." He made this wish from the bottom of his heart.

With these thoughts in his mind he turned his head back to the poor man and then his thoughts froze. The head of the man moved, and his body too! John saw him shaking his head and then his hands. He raised them up and brought them to his bloody nose. Then the supposed dead man lifted his body slowly and sat up as he was making certain expressions of pain.

John jumped up surprised as he was trying to process what he was seeing!

The stranger was holding his wounded nose with one hand and was leaning on the other as he looked right and left, as if he was searching for something and finally turned his gaze to John's side, staring somewhere between his feet.


A mixed feeling of joy and panic overwhelmed John's mind. Eventually, he had not killed him. His wishes were heard since apparently he had only broken stranger's nose and threw him unconscious. But now he had to leave. In his joy that he had not caused much harm, John realized that he had to run away because he did not know what could happen in this new situation.

Then a thought flashed through his mind. Before he leaves, he could at least give his money to the stranger, to remedy somehow the evil he had caused and mainly to calm his conscience. He hurriedly put his hand in his pocket, but he did not find the wallet where he always put it. He thought that it must have fallen from his pocket during the fight. The moment he was about to look around, he saw the other standing up on his feet. And then he panicked, and all he could think was to turn around and run away as fast as he could. And he did it. He turned around. But he did not take even a single step forward because his mind froze.

As he turned, John saw himself. He saw that his body was lying down on his back, there, on the wet ground of the alley. John lost control and stood still, motionless, astonished, unable to do anything else but to stare his body. He felt that agony was surrounding him and there was no escape anymore. And that was not the last thing he felt.

He felt something like a stream of air penetrating him, and suddenly the man he had previously considered dead, was now standing in front of him. So John was facing the back of the man whom one moment before he had left behind as he had turned around to run away! He stood there shocked watching the man as he was kneeling beside the body on the ground and searching the pockets of his coat.

The stranger found John's wallet, he opened it, and his blood-covered face was lightened by a big smile. He looked around for a moment and then stood up and ran away. He vanished in the dark.

The first thing that came to John's mind was to scream. He opened his mouth, but the only thing that was heard was a weak blow of air!


We all have darkness within. Is there because we have to know it before we decide to choose Light.

— Sean Dragon

Vital Choice - Love Can Change Every Mistake

Remember that every moment, difficult or easy, even in your most wrong choices, you still can wish in the name of Love. If your wish has the power of your soul, it will mobilize the mechanisms of the Universe, and they will make it happen in the most right way. And then, like a miracle, Love will change the mistake, leaving the valuable lesson you have to take from the choice you made.

See the story below...

© 2018 Ioannis Arvanitis


Ioannis Arvanitis (author) from Greece, Almyros on May 29, 2018:

I could not be more honored, my friend Chris. A comment like this coming from a writer with your talent is my best reward! Thank you so much for the encouragement.



Chris Mills from Traverse City, MI on May 29, 2018:

This man's grief and pain came through loud and clear because of your effective writing. It is satisfying to read such thorough descriptions.

Ioannis Arvanitis (author) from Greece, Almyros on May 02, 2018:

Beautiful words from a gifted writer! What else can I ask?

Thank you so much, my friend, Frank. Thank you.

Frank Atanacio from Shelton on May 02, 2018:

I can feel the passion percolate in your story here Sean.. your words carefully crafted.. awesome my friend just awesome

Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on April 23, 2018:

Thank you Sean, for your kind words! I am humbled.

धन्यवाद ! आपको भी मेरी शुभकामनाएँ ।

Ioannis Arvanitis (author) from Greece, Almyros on April 22, 2018:

My dear friend, Chitrangada, thank you so much for your kind words! They are so important to me because I believe you are a talented writer and I admire your work and the Heart in it. Thank you because you give me an extra motive to try my best.

मेरी शुभकामनाएं


Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on April 22, 2018:

Excellent and engrossing story, that kept my attention from the beginning till the end. That’s the best quality, a good story must have. You are a gifted writer, and I am sure, we will be reading many more like this one.

This is wonderful, thank you for sharing!

Nikki Khan from London on April 21, 2018:

Thanks Sean brother,, I’d wait to read your experiences and I also want to see how you make story of my dad’s soul acquisition.

Bless you and your family!

Ioannis Arvanitis (author) from Greece, Almyros on April 21, 2018:

Thank you so much, my dear Sister, Nikki. You know that I cherish your comments a lot because you are so talented. I am glad you like it!

I have my own experiences of soul travelling and someday I'll write about them.

Your father's story is an excellent idea for another story though! Thank you, and I have kept it in mind.

Much Love and Admiration for you, my little Sister.


Nikki Khan from London on April 21, 2018:

Wow,, what an awesome story,, you’ve told it very well Sean brother.I like your writing style, it’s unique and interesting at the same time.I’m not aware much of after death experience, would know for sure after encountering it :)

But a pious man I know, he was like a master of my father, he used to meet other dead people, even prophets.He had spiritual observation and could be present at many places at one time.

And after it happened with my own father when he was on his job, one of my father’s friend saw him somewhere else and then later that day when he actually saw my father on work, he asked about meeting my father at other place but my dad said: ‘No, I’m on work since morning, haven’t gone anywhere.’

He insisted and insisted, then my father told him: ‘ may be you met my soul over there.’

He couldn’t believe though as these things are very hard to understand for normal humans.

Bless you brother for writing such a great story, keep up the good work.

Ioannis Arvanitis (author) from Greece, Almyros on April 20, 2018:

My spiritual Brother, Tim, welcome back.

The truth is that I missed you those days, but definitely, you have not to apologise for it. On the contrary, you had to be beside your brother in law, who was in need. I believe that your presence and the prayers from all of us helped him. I am glad to know that he is back in work! I thank the Lord of Love!

The second truth is that when I was in University, I had a similar incident, like the one you describe. I had also been studying martial arts, but it was my wife's wise reaction that prevented me from doing something which I would regret for the rest of my life. Now I know that I should react differently. Love, no fear! This incident was the motive to write this story some years ago.

So I, like you, my dearest brother, I try to choose Love every single second for the rest of my days. I believe that I am doing better every day.

Thank you so much for your kind words about the story!

Much Love and Respect! I am glad you are back! My love to Lori too.


Tim Truzy on April 19, 2018:

Dear Brother Sean,

I thought about an incident nearly 20 years ago as I read your story, before I became reacquainted with my Lord and Savior. My female friend and I were walking home one evening and these three guys literally grabbed my friend and we were forced to physically fight for our lives. At this time, Sean, I had been studying martial arts which gave me the tools to meditate better on the Words of Jesus later in life. Now, I wonder: Would I have made the same choice knowing what I know today? Would I have acted more like Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Jr., or Jesus knowing the things I know now? I think my choice would be different today.

Your story was a powerful reminder that love is the utimate power - My Grandmother used to say: "They crucified Our Lord. Do you expect better?"

Deepest apologies for a brief absence when my wife needed my support.

I choose love today, brother.

Interesting. Powerful and skillfully written story.


Much Respect,

Continue to remind us of the truest power of love,


Ioannis Arvanitis (author) from Greece, Almyros on April 17, 2018:

Thank you very much, my friend Brian, thank you for your kind words. They are so important to me because I respect your knowledge and experience a lot.

Exciting case your client, he would be a useful source for some stories I have in mind!

Your question was one of the causes of writing this story. This is how I think are the first moments after death in an accident. I have studied a lot of this topic, and I know that Love is on the other side too.

I wish you to delay enough years yet to find out... Ha. Ha.

God Bless you, Brother!


Brian Leekley from Bainbridge Island, Washington, USA on April 17, 2018:

Very well written, Ioanannis. I felt I was experiencing what the protagonist was experiencing.

40-some years ago, I owned and ran a used book shop in a village in Illinois. One of my occasional customers would tell me about his out-of-body experiences. Sometimes he would encounter the spirit of someone who recently died, such as in an accident, and he would explain to the confused spirit that his or her body was dead. He also encountered demons, and he traveled in an instant wherever he wished, on earth or to the moon and beyond. His out-of-body anecdotes were implausible and fascinating.

I wonder what it would be like to be dead and know it.

Ioannis Arvanitis (author) from Greece, Almyros on April 16, 2018:

Oh! My Cork, My Ireland! How I've missed both. One day, I hope, I hope...

Thank you, my brother, I am glad you like it. I want some more feedback though. I am working on a book like this, first in Greek and later in English. We'll see...

Greetings to the lads!

Liam D OConnor from Cork on April 16, 2018:

An amazing story with excellent atmosphere and many levels of knowledge! Well done my brother, one more time! I hope to see your stories in a book someday. I'll be back for more...

Greetings from your beloved Cork.

Ioannis Arvanitis (author) from Greece, Almyros on April 15, 2018:

No, my dear Brother. We try to serve, you are serving!

God Bless you, bro!

manatita44 from london on April 14, 2018:

In bed. Thanks for the encouragement. Some very nice seekers here. God bless your charming Heart. All is well. I try to .serve. Salaam!

Ioannis Arvanitis (author) from Greece, Almyros on April 14, 2018:

Dear brother, Manatita, the word "awesome" from you is a "gold medal" in my Heart because I know how you love short stories. It is my favourite style of writing. I'll try my best. Thank you so much!

I wish you to help as many brothers as possible, there in Kenya.

I send you my Love to help your difficult but sacred task.


manatita44 from london on April 14, 2018:

An awesome story! You have entered the world of the flash and short story artist. Very well told. Continue. Bro... continue

Ioannis Arvanitis (author) from Greece, Almyros on April 14, 2018:

Ha. Ha. I am confident my dear Li-Jen. A confident Dragon! Besides, that's... my choice, to be more consistent with my Hub.

Feeling lucky by your "visit"

and grateful too!

Sean Dragon

Li-Jen Hew on April 14, 2018:

Lol....good luck? Hahaha okay I'm here again x) Be confident in what ya do! :O

Ioannis Arvanitis (author) from Greece, Almyros on April 14, 2018:

Thank you, Li-Jen. Thank you for being first to react and comment! Your lightful spirit will be good luck to my story, I am sure. I am glad that you found it exciting, very glad. Defenently you should make a wish, at any time. Ha. Ha.

Greetings from Greece!


Li-Jen Hew on April 14, 2018:

Hello Sean. Your story was exciting from the beginning to the end. My mind might go blank like John if I was in the same situation haha. And the video was cute. Maybe I'll make a wish at 11:11...nah. Thanks for sharing. :)

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