I swear I felt helpless. Today, when I was picking up my sister from school, I took a shortcut I know to evade traffic. At certain point on the road, we encountered a small dog lying on the middle of the street, and even though she was alive, she couldn't move the bottom half of her body. She had multiple scratch on her and was bleeding from her snout. Whoever hit her, hit her good, 'cause she was definitely going to die. And I was helpless. The only thing I could do was stop the car, pick her up, and put her in the grass where I was certain she wasn't going to get run over again. While I was doing that another car stopped by mine's. It was two guys that had drove by that street before and had seen the person hit the dog and continue as if nothing. They drove back with the same intentions as I, moving her out of the middle of the street. It was nice to know that there are still good people out there. Needles to say, I got home crying, and even now, every time I remember I get teary. I have four dogs in my house, a pitbull, two chihuahuas, and a shih tzu. The thought of something like that happening to one of them is scary, having it happened to some other dog is just sad.