Make a Difference, Save a Worm
I hold a special place in my heart for earthworms. I don’t know why, but I can’t pass an earthworm in distress without coming to its aid. When I see their wriggling bodies on the sidewalk I carefully pick them up and place them in the dirt. That’s what I usually do, but it’s not what I did today.
Yesterday, when I walked to the grocery store, I rescued a particularly fat earthworm that had somehow found it’s way to the middle of the sidewalk. “Ah, look,” I said to my husband before stopping to pick it up and place it in the grass. I felt like I was doing my good deed for the day. I saved another earthworm.
Today when I walked home from th store, I saw an earthworm the exact same size and shape as the one from the previous day in the exact same spot. Seeing it there made me feel annoyed, so I stepped over it and kept walking. I thought, if it is the same worm from yesterday, it must want to be there.
I have to admit that for the rest of the walk home I felt guilty about not stopping to help my slimy friend. What if he wasn’t the same earthworm? I even considered going back to help it but didn’t. I wonder if someone else helped it.
