I woke up to a refreshing morning as the cool breeze filled my room. A tiny sparrow chirped on my window sill. I was so intrigued by the sparrow’s chirping that I knocked down my bowl of cereal. That’s when my mom called out “Violet, I’m off to work. The jug’s right next to you and call me if you need anything. Okay?”
I grabbed my bag and felt the spokes of my keys to identify which key goes in which lock, and finally left for my art class. Among all the pushing and shoving, I hopped out of the auto and and headed for class. It was then when I heard a loud cry. Taken aback, I let out a shrill shriek and followed the noise. I could hear the crowd murmuring and it seemed like an accident had taken place. By this time the cries had became more audible. As I got nearer, it was clear that a puppy had been knocked off by a speeding car. As I bent down to lift him in my arms I could smell blood. “What are you all waiting for?” I shouted at the crowd in agony. “Why are you all standing like mute spectators?” Whizzing past everyone I took the whimpering puppy straight to the hospital. The vet operated him and told me that if we had come even 2 minutes late he would not have survived.
That day I learnt that you don’t have to search for courage outside, it lies buried in your heart. Each one in the crowd was blessed with a pair of eyes, yet it was only my eyes without vision that could see the plight of the puppy, not choosing to to remain shrouded in the dark.