Every year, every year, i get scared of stray bullets. I'd always go down and stay on the living room, not spending so much time on my room on the second floor. I thought i'd stop thinking about it when we transferred here to our place two years ago but i still end up thinking about it and being scared more and more.
Got really terrified when a my friend's son got hit by a stray bullet. it was a hit on the right finger. soo scary. imagine, it would have been elsewhere but the grace of God spared his son. More than the smoke that night which felt like macanudo cigars by the way, the loud noises, the endless food, the safety we had while celebrating new year is something to be really grateful for.
thank you Lord.