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On Friday morning, at the bus stop, I found a lost husky dog. I managed to put a leash on her, took her home, made pictures, placed "dog found" ads, basically did whatever I could think of.

In a nutshell: late in the evening I got a call from the dog's owner and they were reunited. Happy end.

I don't feel proud of myself - you shouldn't feel proud for doing the right thing.

But I'm scared that in the face of the next challenging situation I might disappoint myself and choose instead the easy way. It turns out I am the only person of whose opinion I am afraid.