Today I watched a mama bunny on the sidewalk and her baby in distress on the street. The curb was too high for the little guy to hop. His squeals tugged on my heart.

I approached them and mama disappeared into the brush. Baby stopped squeaking but quivered in fear. I knelt.

I placed my hand on the ground, palm side up. Baby bun hesitated slightly and then hopped into my hand. He was the tiniest thing.

I let him go in the brush next to mom. They ran away.

And in that moment I had forgotten about my back pain.