I’m couch surfing with a friend while waiting for my hives to subside and the weather to cool off enough so I can get back on the road. Right after dinner one of her cats brought an animal into the house. It struggled in the hallway until I got up to see what it had. A baby bunny hung from his mouth and as I reached for it, the bunny dropped and scrambled away. I caught it, cat on my heels of course to help. It’s young and fit in the palm of my hand. It fought and jumped and leapt out of my hands several times, only to be chased down again. I finally calmed it down by putting it on my chest and holding my hands cupped around it.

As it settled down, the cat went on to find something else to chase. I got out the camera, snapped a few shots and when it had settled enough I took it out in the yard and released it. It sat stunned, in shock, in the bushes. I had checked it for damage and since the cat had it by the scruff of the neck, I’m hoping it wasn’t harmed beyond healing.

It occurred to me today, since I received several emails from people who are on the verge of becoming homeless themselves, or who are facing tremendous medical and mental challenges themselves, that this bunny is like so many of us-scared, facing overwhelming odds, certain “it’s all but over.” And I thought, there’s no way we can know who or what or when someone or something will step in and save us out of the jaws of death. Like this baby bunny, dragged off the lawn in the jaws of a very good hunter (he kills something daily), and down the hall into a room with people…and survived. If rabbits could be grateful, maybe he/she is.

Life is like that for us too. At the 11th hour, the last minute - salvation. A chance to live another day! I don’t know what will happen to that poor rabbit. But he has tonight at least to make some changes. His odds an hour after he was caught were so much better than when he dangled from the cat’s jaws. But he couldn’t have known that. He did know NOT to stop fighting, to stop trying to escape. He wanted to live and kept living. There’s a lesson in there somewhere. Keep fighting, no matter how hopeless it looks - surrounded by THREE cats, and two big giants, in a house-an environment TOTALLY alien to him…and still he kept believing he could escape his end…and he did.

Should we do any less when faced with less?