Today, I saved the life of a big fat fly that found its way up to my room. I suspect that he got in while my dad was working diligently installing windows. I trapped the fly between the window and the screen, but after a few seconds of deliberation and a wave of guilt, I decided this fly deserves to live. I didn’t know who the fly was, or what life he led. I didn’t know if he was a murderer in a past life, and that now was his only chance to repent. I didn’t know that he could possibly save someone’s life in his next life. I opened the window and coaxed him into a Root Beer bottle, which was easy due to his reduced speed by way of his excess weight. I placed my thumb over the opening of the bottle, walked downstairs, opened the back door, opened the screen door to the back porch, and shook the contents of the bottle onto the ground. The fly scurried along the ground, off into the distance, off to live his second chance to its fullest. Here’s to life, Mr. Fly.