Good Deeds

There's only really one time in my life that I can remember having truly done a "good deed," one I didn't do for my own benefit or ego and one that didn't personally benefit me in some way. I was about maybe eight or nine years old, and some children outside my school were making plans to throw rocks at and kill one of the little brown bats that roosted under the eaves, where unfortunately, people could easily see them.

I don't remember the exact threat I gave them, only that they ran off very quickly. I don't know how the little bat fared in the world after that, but in that moment at least, I knew he'd live to fly another night.

The pendant is for sale here.

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