Offer Of Help
Jake wasn’t backing down. Instead, he crouched, bringing himself to the lioness’s eye level. “Let me help,” he said softly.
We were dumbfounded by his courage. Each second felt like eternity as Jake moved closer. The lioness seemed to sense his sincerity, her snarls subsiding into softer pants.
Every breath the group held was a collective gasp, uncertainty looming in the air. We feared for Jake, whispered prayers exchanged behind clasped hands, hoping for a miracle.