Narrate an incident when you went out of your way to help someone in need.

 "It is such a warm day," I murmured to myself walking through the cobbled streets in the pitch silence that covered my path.

The heavy bundled purse dangled wobbling from my weak shoulder and I was running towards the busy street where my office was situated. Suddenly I heard the yelping of a kid. How could I run away from that heart-wrenching voice? I walked towards the blind alley which had nothing but a plain green trash bin to throw the dirty litter. I took a deep breath, passing the stretch of distance between the dustbin and me, to lean inside the dustbin that had seemed to lay unmanaged for days.

"Oh my God," I yelled but there seemed to be no one to listen to my scream for miles.

The sight of the cruelty that flashed before my eyes stunned me to such a shock that I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. The disgusting smell took over the Lily perfume I had used an hour ago. It was a baby bitten by a brutal tiger, ants all over its hands and left cheek, which were swollen like a red balloon. It seemed to be there for 5 endless hours just to give a treat to the blood-sucking ants. I picked up the little one with no other thought in mind than how to make it survive and brushed the ants away from their delicate skin. I took out my cell phone cradling it in one hand and dialed the hospital number. The ambulance took no time to arrive. I handed the kid to the doctor who examined it carefully. I was asked to go with them to fill out the form since it was a medical emergency.

I sat patiently near the reception area of the hospital to receive details regarding the kid's condition when I slowly drowned in my own trail of thoughts. My heart was filled with thoughts about the newborn's parents. How could they be so heartless to leave their baby in a dustbin as if it were of no value to them? Didn't they have any caring or loving thoughts about this beautiful baby? What would happen to this poor face in future? A stream of tears rushed down my wet eyes as I sat petrified on the sofa. I knew that I couldn't handle this all alone so I gave my father a ring on his mobile phone and asked him to meet me since I was in a position where I couldn't understand a single word.

I located my father rushing toward me within that hour; he sat beside me as I wept into his shirt getting it all wet. I explained to him all the happenings in my quavered voice which was the only one I could find at this instance as salty tears flooded my cheeks.

"We have to save that angel, it is more important to me than anything else right now," I blurted to break the silence that lasted more than half an hour.

Time passed with an exaggerated slowness and my eyes got redder with the pass of every second. He soothed me for two devilish hours. A nurse all dressed in white came walking to us and informed us to meet the doctor in his cabin. My father supported me to stand up as we advanced through the air-conditioned corridor. I pushed the door of his cabin open and proceeded ahead to settle on the chair after the doctor invited us inside.

"Fear not, the child is out of danger. But the big question is, who will he be with?" the calm doctor questioned in a soothing tone.

His first sentence gave me a sense of relief that danced and enjoyed through my body but a new worry crept inside my mind bothering me with less intensity.

"We are ready to pay money for his education and living," suggested my father.

My head sharply turned to face him. I couldn't believe my ears. My father was ready to take up such a responsibility and I had to support him as I knew that he was ready to do this just for me.

"Well then, we have forms to fill," commented the doctor. "What do you want to name the child?" asked the doctor. "Peter", mentioned my father.

25 years later, Peter has taken up upon himself to teach other people how to live life and earn the coin of humanity. The same humanity of helping, giving, sharing and loving that his parents didn't show towards him.