A Second Chance Appears
When we found him, he looked like he had nearly given up on life. He was lying under a tree at the edge of that forgotten garden, his eyes dull, his breaths slow.
We approached slowly, not wanting to frighten him. But he didn’t run. He was too tired to run.
The moment he looked up at us with those weary eyes, something shifted inside us.
Here was a soul who had known suffering far too early, who had weathered storms with no shelter and cried out in silence for help that never came—until now.
We gently offered him food. His body trembled as he inched toward it, almost not believing it was real.
