A Chance Encounter on a Quiet Evening
Sometimes, life’s most beautiful stories begin in the most unexpected moments. One evening, as I was on my way home, a sudden movement on the road caught my eye—a stray dog darting dangerously close to my bike.
My heart skipped a beat. I braked just in time, narrowly avoiding a tragic accident.
Concerned and shaken, I parked and looked around. There, standing a few feet away, was a thin, weary dog. His ribs showed through his rough coat, and his eyes reflected both fear and hunger.
He looked like he had been wandering alone for a long time—lost, tired, and unsure of the world around him.
I spoke softly, trying to calm him, but every step I took made him back away. He didn’t bark or growl; he just seemed frightened—like he’d been hurt before and didn’t know who to trust.
Eventually, he found a small hiding spot beneath a nearby car. It was there, under the dim light of the streetlamp, that I decided I couldn’t leave him behind.