Earlier today I posted this: If you wonder why
Now, I want to post this. Because, you see, EVERYONE can help someone:
I was here. It was 2 in the afternoon and I was still in bed. I got up to feed my dogs and let them outside.
I got a glass of tea for myself and sat at the kitchen table. I was going to drink it as I waited for the dogs to finish eating. Then I was going back to bed. It would be safe there.
All of a sudden my neighbor was at my front door – screaming and crying. She was hysterical. I opened the door and she came running into my living room: “I ran over my cat, I ran over my cat, please help me!”
I am standing there, my hair is a mess, I have on a t-shirt, sweat pants and no bra. I stink. I haven’t even brushed my teeth.
I didn’t ask for her insurance. Instead, I chose to hear her and to see her. I chose to help her knowing there was nothing in it for me and in spite of the fact that I feel like a worthless – yet invisible – pile ofÂ horse shit otherwise. I did it in spite of being in the middle of my own problems. In spite of knowing that my already PTSD-mushed-up-brain would take on more by involving myself.
So, I ran around getting dressed and making sure my dogs were inside – in under a minute.Â Â I grabbed a towel,Â locked up the house and ran over to the cat. It had dragged itself under some bushes. All the while my neighbor is crying and blaming herself. “I’m going to Hell for this”, she said. “No. No you’re not”, I told her. I smile inside and think, “If anyone is going to Hell, it will be me.”
I wrapped the cat in my towel and we took him to the vet. I hope he will be okay but he’s very old. I don’t know if she broke his leg(s) or just bruised them. Either way though, I think he should make it.
She reached out. I reached back.