When my dog suddenly couldn’t walk, fear rushed through me.
The vet was closing soon.
I didn’t know the road.
I didn’t even have enough money at that moment.
But love made me move faster than my fear.
I borrowed money from my mom, grabbed my keys, and drove out.
Normally I would delay, think too much, or avoid going alone.
But this time, I didn’t think .I just acted.
On the road, I didn’t shake.
My mind focused on the GPS, the traffic, and the hope that I wasn’t too late.
It was as if my body went into survival mode calm, steady, holding everything in.
Only when I reached the vet did the real fear catch up with me.
My hands began to shake as I talked to the doctor.
My fingers felt stiff, like stretched rubber hard to open, hard to control.
My voice trembled.
And then the tears came, falling faster than I could stop them.
Fear didn’t show up while I was driving.
It arrived only when she was finally safe.
And maybe that’s what love does It makes us strong when we need to move,
and it lets us fall apart only when the emergency is over.
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