I consider myself atypical, which is a good thing, according to my psychologist professor. I like helping, especially animals. I consider them to be creatures that cannot speak for themselves, and therefore, need humanity to be their voice. But tonight, something happened out of the norm. I was not rescuing an animal from a human, instead, it was the other way around.
As I cruised down in my control-accessed neighborhood, I saw a mature lady walking down the sidewalk. Two big dogs were jumping at her side, trying to grab her arm with their teeth and barking unnecessary. Even if my neighborhood is control-accessed, people tend to drop unwanted animals near and they pass through the short gate. All of them were friendly, or at least I thought, until today. I stopped my car and did something that my parents would advise me against it. I let a stranger in my car at night. My adrenaline started rushing, and I realized that if I let that woman at the dogs mercy, it would be my cross to carry if something happened to her. The poor thing was in a nervous havoc; And so was I. As I drove to my house, after leaving her at her own home and assuring that she was okay, I could not help but think of the irony.
I am always so focused on animals and the threat humans present to them, that sometimes I don’t consider that some people may get attacked without any reason. Either way, animals are not entirely at fault. They are acting in instinct, or simply, they let their inner wild being take over. The lady is not at fault either. She must have been so scared or intimidated, that animals smelled her fear and responded in a defensive mode. I realized something though. We all live in this world, human and animals alike, and there must be a way to live all in cohesive peace. Plus, helping someone out of instinct feels good. Word of advice: always help, never think the opposite.