As a boy walked through the concrete jungle,
Looking for something that needed to be done,
He saw an old, worn out lot.
This lot beckoned to him, as if it needed something.
He looked around the lot, but nothing was there.
He called out, "Who's there?",
But the only reply he received was the wind blowing.
Chills ran up and down his spine as he started to feel uneasy.
Once again he heard a strange and quiet whisper,
And once again he asked, "Who's there?".
This time, however, there was a reply.
A reply that no one would ever expect to hear from something in an old lot.
The reply he got was a crying.
He tried to trace where the crying was coming from,
And suddenly he stumbled and fell.
Upon hitting the ground he looked ahead,
And saw a baby, laying in a storm drain.
Luckily for the baby it had not been raining for a while.
The boy rose to his feet and picked up the baby.
Right away his heart melted when he saw the baby's face
Because the baby was not perfect,
One could say it was normal because it wasn't perfect,
But there was something wrong with this baby.
The baby was missing an eye and it's ear was almost gone.
The boy immediately took the baby to a doctor to see what was wrong with it.
The doctor simply smiled and said,
"Thank you for bringing this poor child in,
But I'm afraid there is nothing we can do.
It has been out in that drain for too long,
And sadly he has begun to rot.
We could treat the baby, but it wouldn't do any good.
Because although you were a savior today,
This little baby has had a rough life.
And there's no chance for it to survive another week."
The boy simply broke down and began crying.
He felt like he was responsible for the baby's fate,
And in a way, he was.
But this sickness was not his fault at all,
The boy did everything he could to save the child,
But he arrived too late for the child.
That child could have lived to be a great person,
But it never got that chance.
But at least the baby was recognized,
And it was all because of that one boy.