It was the softest sound ā almost like a whisper.
I followed it through the trees⦠and there it was.
A tiny baby deer, curled up in fear, shaking.
No mother in sight. No herd. Just those innocent eyes staring back at me. š¢š¦
I didnāt know what to do.
But I couldnāt just leave it.
As I got closer, it didnāt run ā it leaned into me.
And in that moment, I knew:
This little soul needed help⦠and somehow, it trusted me.
This rescue wasnāt just about saving a life ā
It was about witnessing the purest form of hope.
