It was a sunny day when my dad and I were arriving to his company. We parked the car and got off it. I looked around and saw a gray thing on the floor, I thought it was a garbage bag, but it started to move. As we approach we realized that it was a small wounded dog.
We were so moved by the scene that we decided to help the poor dog. We bought some dog kiddle in the store across the street and got some pure water for the dog, in order to help him regain strength.
He was so desperate that while giving him the food and water he almost drown himself. After he had eaten we encouraged him to move; nevertheless he could not. My dad tried to take him in his arms, but he started barking due to a wounded bleeding paw. At the end we decided to carry him in a small stretcher to the car.
Rapidly, we took him to the vet for him to be heal. The bet told us that he had a broken leg and that he had been starving for days. After 5 days of recovery, he got out of the vet and we decided to look for a family for him.
He was adopted by one of my dad's workers and he is living happily. As a conclusion, I learned from this that every body can make an act of kindness. Every one deserves a second chance to be happy.
