que pasa

Yesterday night we found a fish outside our door. It was from the neighbour's indoor pond located about nine feet from the door. We had no idea how the fish made it that far - the pond wall is about knee high and that little fish definitely was not built to leap out that far.

The poor guy was still breathing, we figured he might not have been out of water for that long. For a moment Melvyn and I were motionless, we just stared at the fish and wondered what we would do. Finally we took one of our small dustbins, washed it, filled it with water, picked up the fish and let it into the water. The fish started swimming and spewing out all the dust and dirt that it had picked up while breathing in air outside. So we had to change its water.

During the course of the fish’s overnighter with us, I would keep checking on it to see if it was still alive. I was not sure if it would make it through the night, but I hoped that it would. We returned the fish today. The neighbors had not discovered its disappearance, thanked us and threw it back into the pond.

Why am I writing about this? Because in spite of my helplessness in my current situation, I saved a life. I know it sounds silly because it was just a fish, and it will never remember me, but I was reminded that that we can always make a difference to somebody’s life. We can touch someone's life in ways we never expect, or we can be a hero to someone without us even realizing how significant our action was to them, or we might really be a hero and save someone’s life seeing as how there seem to be so many disasters and accidents these days.

I guess we just have to be watchful and see how we can make this world a better place.