It’s always good to be polite, no matter who it is.

I didn’t know what to say after reading this sub, so I just enjoyed the stories and learned the lessons. But today, I was reminded of this sub and felt like I have to tell my story.#####This is Singapore, a safe place, with low crime rate. I live near an elementary school, and my house is in the back, interspersed with some other houses. About 7 years ago, I was studying in high school, at a school not far from my house, so I usually walk home. Suddenly, one rainy afternoon, an stranger called me. He was a bit tall, a dark-skinned man in his 50s, messy hair, and serious eyes. He was wearing a blue shirt, a blue t-shirt and black shorts. He approached me and asked ‘Hey boy, do you know whose house that is?’ he pointed to my house, and he said ‘I knew a woman whose house near here, didn’t know which one’. He was busy swinging a red umbrella. <br><br>I used to work as a tutor for a boy at that house, and I started dating the boy’s sister. I was embarrassed, so I said ‘I think it’s my house’. It’s not a good start, and the man looked at me strangely. I thought I was lying so he didn’t care, just said ‘oh, didn’t know that’, he thanked me and left, I saw him rang the doorbell on the house next door. I entered my house, my sister was in the living room, she was surprised and said ‘was you the one who talked to that man?’. She said it was about half an hour ago, a man was in front of our house, called her and asked ‘Do you know if there’s a girl around here? She’s a little bit fat, curly hair, pretty. She’s an elementary school teacher’. Obviously, that person wasn’t my sister. Who was he talking about? It wasn’t any of the women in the houses nearby. I carelessly told him ‘I think it’s my house’, he didn’t even care.<br><br>After a while, we stopped thinking about it. I went to the kitchen, and my mother came in. She seemed worried, so I asked her. She said that a strange man came to our house and asked her about a woman with curly hair, then he left. I hastily recounted my conversation with him to her. Obviously, my mom was not the woman she was looking for. She didn’t look like a teacher either. This made me feel worried, so I told my father and older brother. They went to the homes nearby to ask, and suddenly they came back and said we had to go to the police station. The woman next door, who was a teacher, had been stabbed to death at home hours ago. And her brother, who was staying at her house, found her when he came home. The police said that the woman’s house had been robbed of all the money and gold, and the criminal must had escaped through the back. I knew that I was the first person he met, and he rang the doorbell at the woman’s house that had been robbed and she had been stabbed and the police were investigating. I was lucky that he didn’t care when I said that the house was my house. I was lucky that I wasn’t stabbed to death that day. <br><br>Now, whenever I think about it, I still feel goosebumps. I didn’t know who that woman is, her name, her personality. How did her brother and other family members feel? But I wish that it will not happen again. And I really hope that that man was caught. Some commenters are really cute, saying I'm a hero. No, I'm not, I just didn't talk carelessly. <br><br>If you read this far, thank you.