I see my sister

A couple of years ago, my sister and I went on a airplane alone to visit my grandparents. Half-way of the trip a chinesse man stood up and with his knife and started to stab people. Flight attendants were screaming, as were adults. He came over to us. My sister and us were in a corner and crying. He didn't care. He has no heart. He came and nearly killed my sister. I kicked him and he grabed a hold of me and using all my strength I bite his hand. As anyone would react, he let go and screamed. I took a hold of his knife and ran it to the pilot. When we got to my grandparents my sister wasn't feeling well. She was sick for days and because God thought it was to early for her to die, she just barely made it alive. And from my eyes my sister lies.