Good Writing

     Maybe you won’t believe what I want to describe, but it is true- I am a hero. This story can trace back to ten years ago.

     It was a freezing day, and I went to my favorite noodle shop. As regular, ‘Please, make me a bowl of beef noodles’ said I. there are also a middle-aged man eating the beef noodle, sitting next to me with a strange, heavy bag. After thirty minutes, he finished his feast, leaving the shop without his bag. When I noticed that, it was too late. The man must be worried, anxious because there are much money in the bag. I told the owner’s wife, and we decided to deliver the bag to the police.
    
     Something surprising happened. The bag was stolen few hours ago. In addition, I found there was a train ticket in Hsinchu station. Fortunately, the police got success to arrest the suspected man in time when the man was searching for his train ticket. Finally, I became a hero by accident because the thief was none other than the man, and I didn’t occupy the bag. There was a proverb- God sees the truth, but waits.