Oh my Jesus!

  From my boyhood I hated anything same as others and I was a boy who liked acting on the other way.
When my first day of university school came, older alumnus first I`ve met really loved a climbing mountain. He persuaded me and myfriends to go to the mountain. Finally we couldn`t reject his suggetion going to 'Do-Bong mountain' which is not so far from out school.

  The day came and we started to climb mountain. Fresh air, twittering birds and sound flowing made feeling refresh. But the characteristic still didn`t want to just follow him. Thus, I selected rough path insead of ordinary path in secret. I started climbing a hugh rock very slowly step by step. However, when I reached about middle of rock I couldn`t find a point that I could take a step anymore. Besides, it was impossible to go down on the way back. After some minutes went by, gradually my hands lost power to keep grabing and there was a deep cliff below my foot. Ultimately I decided to jump to the location where first I started going to avoid death in spite of getting damaged. At that instant, a grandfather`s voice was beginning above the rock and a real  grandfather looked me down standing on there. He said me to touch at specific point by hand. There, oh my jesus!, was a thing that I could grab. I could survive according to his directions. I buckled at my knees and just stared somewhere blankly. When recovering I couldn`t find him at there.
 
  I ran into place where my friends were and talked them as I was indifferent. Still I can`t believe how I could survive at that moment just can`t help guessing he might be a god. After that events, naver do I climb with inprudence.