Act of kindness – Snails

Dear Optimists,

As it may have come across in my other letters, I’m quite a kid. I try my best to keep in touch with my inner child by sticking to some of my childish convictions. Not that I throw a tantrum whenever we go grocery shopping and I can’t have chocolate (not that often anyway).

But after rain has fallen when the worms comes up from the earth and get toasted from the now shining sun, I can’t help but to help them. I have to help them across the pavement, back onto the grass.

It’s been a rainy summer here in Denmark, so this task was more or less impossible. But the snails, oh my God; the snails. To avoid crushing their houses and taking their lives, I jump around and do a little dance that if I weren’t wearing a hoodie would look like I was doing some African tribal dance.

I imagine them saying “thank-you for your troubles” for each jump, and always wonder why I seem to be the only one bothering? Am I?

Love,
Nadia.

PS. Happy World Smile Day! Do an act of kindness. Help one person smile!

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Author: Nadia

BA-student in Philosophy & Science / Communications studies and also a photographer. Co-writer and illustrator for Dear Optimists.

10 thoughts on “Act of kindness – Snails”

    1. You may just be the first dude that I’ve ever heard of doing the dance! I can’t believe people can make themselves step on them – just thinking about that crunch gives me the chills 😦

  1. I don’t necessarily dance. I usually smile and my chest swells with pride every time I “save” a worm or avoid stepping on a snail.

    You should hear me when I step on a snail though. I go into a slump. It always makes me feel terrible! 😦

    1. I don’t dance either, it just appear so 😉
      But yes, YES! I know that feeling! People think I’m mad… they are the killers, who are they to call me mad, eh?!
      I’m so pleased that there are more of us out there that actually care for those small creatures ❤

    1. It’s the most awful sound in the world. At least one of them. Because you hear and feel someone die. Eeekk!

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