In our region of the United States, it is wise to regularly inspect the area around and beneath your car to ensure that wildlife hasn’t made it into a home. When a good-hearted woman saw a baby deer dozing beneath someone else’s automobile tire, she made the decision to intervene.
A woman wanted to make sure the car’s driver was aware that a baby deer was sleeping beneath a tire, so she shаrеd this Facebook post, which quickly gained popularity.
The responses were heartfelt and occasionally humorous. Joshua Kevin Nye’s comment is the most well-likеd one thus far:
You know it was an elderly woman, but how? Why, if you saw her, didn’t she just write a message instead of telling you there was a blasted deer under the tire? I’m looking for clarification!
Another comedian expressed their hope that the motorist was literate. I suppose you can’t always get that conclusion from the way some people drive.
Cyntha Atkinson was among the kinder individuals who valued this woman’s action:
hank you for leaving the note, kind woman.
Thank you, Cyntha. One has to admire the heart of those who, rather than choosing to carry on with their lives as usual, choose to make a difference.
Would you have continued living your life, left a note, or attempted to get the deer to come out from under the car?
I Returned Home from My Wife’s Funeral to Find a Baby Carriage on My Doorstep — I Went Pale at What I Found Inside
After losing my wife, Emily, to cancer, I thought my dreams of family and happiness were over. Then, on the day of her funeral, I found a mysterious baby carriage on my doorstep with a letter from her inside. She had made arrangements for a surrogate to carry our child if I chose to pursue it.
Emily was the type to remember your coffee order after one meeting and bring soup when you were sick. She’d planned every detail of our lives, from our yard in the suburbs to the family we never got to start. Even in her final days, she prepared for the future, ensuring I’d be okay after she was gone.
In the letter, she’d made arrangements for a surrogate named Natasha and left detailed instructions on the next steps, but still gave me the choice. After months of grieving and talking with her sister Kate, I decided to move forward. This past spring, our daughter, Lily, was born. Now, sitting in her nursery, I see Emily’s spirit reflected in Lily’s tiny features. Emily knew me better than anyone, even planning for a future without her. Through Lily, she’ll always be with us.
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