I was walking along a quiet trail when I heard the faintest rustling near the base of a tree. Curious, I stepped closer — and there, nestled in the leaves, was a tiny, shivering baby opossum. Alone. No mother in sight.
He couldn’t have been more than a few weeks old. His little paws trembled, his eyes barely open. Something inside me just knew — he needed help. I gently scooped him up with my hoodie, holding him close to my chest to keep him warm.
I called a local wildlife rehab center and they told me exactly what to do until they arrived. A tiny heating pad, soft cloth, and lots of quiet. He calmed down in my hands, as if he knew he was safe now.
When the wildlife team arrived, they said he was lucky to be found when he was. Just a few more hours and he might not have made it. They took him in to nurse him back to health — and when he’s ready, they’ll release him back into the wild where he belongs.
From a pile of leaves to a second chance at life — sometimes, the smallest lives make the biggest impact.
