About a Dog

One little dog changed everything.

I had to alter my worldview, because my worldview did not rescue the dog from its situation.

The cries of distress, of torment, of misery.

And the owner’s laugh. His confidence that no authority I called would act.

He was right.

No one would help.

That’s when I knew.

When I knew, despite my belief in God, in a higher authority, I needed to learn what to do, what to become, what to develop that could help me next time, in a similar situation.

I vowed to find the way that frees such a creature from torment.

( will continue…)