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Describe an unforgettable incident that you saw on your way home from school

Dark rain clouds were gathering in the sky. I was cycling as fast as I could to get home before
the downpour. When I felt a few big drops on my head, I decided to head for a bus stop,
about a hundred meters away. As I was nearing the bus stop, I saw a lady rushing towards it
from the opposite direction, tugging a little boy behind her. The little boy was finding it hard
to keep up with her, so, finally, she just picked him up and carried him.
Suddenly, a motorcycle roared past me, almost knocking me down. "Hey! Are you mad!" I
shouted at the motorcyclist. He turned to look at me, and for a split second, I saw his face -
cruel, glaring eyes and menacing expression. However, he just sped on. Then, I realized that
he was heading right for the woman and little boy!
"Watch out! Watch out!" I shouted. I saw the lady turn to look at the motorcyclist, dismay
etched on her face.
In an instant, the motorcyclist had reached the lady. He stretched out an arm and grabbed
hold of her handbag, hitting her on the back at the same time. The impact sent the lady
hurtling forward. The mother and child fell on the road, landing right in the path of a van.
"Stop! Stop!" I screamed at the van driver, waving my arms wildly in the air. Thankfully, the
driver had seen what was happening. With a squeal of brakes, the van stopped a few meters
from the spot where the mother and child lay sprawled on the road.
I saw the lady crawling on the road towards the wailing child. There was blood all over them.
Tossing my bicycle to the side of the road, I ran to help them. By the time I got there, the van
driver had reached them. He was cradling the child and examining his limbs.
"I think your little boy is all right. Nothing is broken," he said. "How about you? Do you feel
pain anywhere?"
"Please help me. I am pregnant," the lady replied, weeping.
"Don't panic. You'll be all right. I'll take you and your son to hospital," said the man.
The lady could not walk, so the man carried her and settled her in his van. I carried the
whimpering child to the van. The man asked me to go along with them so that I could help
make the police report. I realized that, by this time, the motorcyclist would have gone far
from that spot, with the lady's handbag.
A few days later, I was told that the lady had suffered only minor injuries from the incident.
She had some rather deep cuts on her face and limbs, and her knee was twisted. Thankfully,
her unborn baby was unharmed. The snatch thief was never apprehended and I doubt I will
ever see him again. However, I will never forget the menacing look he had given me.

It was a hot afternoon and the heat from the scorching sun was quite
unbearable. I was cycling home from school after arranging the books in the
school library as I was a librarian. The road was quiet. I felt hungry and was
looking forward to reaching home and having my late lunch.
When I was cycling along the roadside, a motorcyclist appeared out of the
blue and roared past me. He had almost knocked me down and I was rather
taken aback by his sudden appearance. I then noticed there was a passenger
behind the motorcyclist and they were heading for a lady, who was walking on
the pavement at the side of the road.
The motorcyclist then stopped beside the lady. After dismounting from the
motorcycle, the pillion rider tried to snatch the lady's handbag but she resisted.
Feeling furious, he took out a knife and brandished it at her. On seeing the knife,
the lady was scared and apprehensive of getting hurt. Having no alternative, she
let the mugger have her handbag. After getting hold of the handbag, the mugger
shoved her. He shoved her so hard that she fell into the ditch. The obnoxious
criminal then mounted the motorcycle. His accomplice, who was also the
motorcyclist, sped off and they escaped from the scene.
I was shocked at what I saw. The robbery happened so fast that before I
could do anything to try to foil it, the whole incident was over. I ran to help the
lady. When I reached the part of the ditch where the lady fell into, I saw her
seated at the bottom of the ditch. She had scratch marks on her arms and legs
and was groaning in pain. I then realised that she was pregnant. I assisted her
to get out of the ditch. I felt sorry for her as she was in a state of shock. I
comforted her. Soon, a car stopped beside us and a man emerged from it. Upon
seeing the condition of the lady, he asked me what had transpired. I related the
whole incident to him. The benevolent man then offered to take the lady to
hospital. As I was an eyewitness to the crime, he requested me to come along in
order to help lodge a police report.
The doctor who examined her said that apart from some superficial
scratches and minor bruises on her limbs, she was doing fine. The baby she was
conceiving was healthy as well. I was glad to hear that. A few days later, she
came to my house to thank me personally for lending her a helping hand.
However, the snatch thieves were never apprehended. I would never forget this
incident or the snatch thieves' faces as long as I live.