To help or not to help
One summer evening I went for a walk and stumbled upon a caterpillar. The little bug was crossing the road, effortfully expanding and contracting his chubby, tube-shaped body. Swelling and stretching at a very slow pace, exerting all its energy to make it from one side to the other.
The road was not quite a road but more of a driveway that led to a parking lot…