Man’s search for meaning

Nothing about Viktor Frankl’s book.

It’s another Sunday and today in particular felt lousy watching T.V. though it was supposed to be a good film.

Hear dogs barking like crazy in the street and my dog in particular was extremely excited that he could not get out to join them.

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Went out to see one full grown but emaciated dog who was cowering against the onslaught from the others. After watching for some time,  I chased the attackers away.  

I offered the poor fellow water in a bowl. He drank and then rubbed himself against me smelling my foot. 

From the beginning I knew something was wrong but could not place it . Now at close quarters I could see his collar was almost choking him. It was a thick, double band synthetic one and he could hardly move his neck.  Probably abandoned as a pup and he had grown.

I offered him some kibble and let him lick me so I could befriend him . Then assuring myself he would not bite , I tried to remove the collar , all the while talking to him. No way, it was stuck.

My neighbor who was watching asked me if scissors would help. I was not sure as dogs are fearful of some objects. I asked for a small one that I could hide in my hand.  Again while talking to him I managed  to insert the scissor in , cut one line and then the next. 
Whew! He was clearly relieved  &  I could breathe too!

Back home – all the lousy feeling of the day was gone and it is now 3 hours and I am still feeling good. 

Now what is it that in all of us makes us feel good by aiding a distressed soul. This is a hard-wired feeling, am certain. I am not the same as you & you too are very different from all the rest.

But there is one thing in common that gives meaning to our existence.