There was always a cat that rummaged through our rubbish bin. One day it got stuck in a small can and couldn’t get out. I tried to pull its head out of the can but I hated to see him cringe in pain. I couldn’t just leave him there, I had to save his life. I felt a little helpless because he was suffering and I couldn’t get him out. Evil thoughts came into my head. I was thinking about whether or not I should just let her die in the can? One of my friends was quietly praying and encouraging me to never give up on him saying repeatedly to hold him tightly and use all my might to pull him out of the can. We were scared that we would break his neck if we pulled too hard. I continued with a slight hesitation. Seeing him gradually losing his breath triggered me to continue trying to remove the can from his head. Unmindful of the consequences, I used both my hands and pleaded with God for help. Amazingly, I was able to do it. It was really a relief, I wondered how doctors feel whenever they are trying to save a life. I was so nervous and worried that I wouldn’t be able to save his life, but a very simple prayer did work. Somehow, I felt like I was a hero. Ahhhh, the power of prayers and I thank God for it. I saved a life, I saved the life of a stray cat.
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