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How To Not Kill A Snake Version 2

Ezra encounters a beautiful snake while gardening and initially feels compelled to kill it due to ingrained fears. However, he hesitates, observes the snake, and realizes that his fear stems from a lack of understanding. This moment leads him to choose compassion over violence, resulting in a personal transformation.

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How To Not Kill A Snake Version 2

Ezra encounters a beautiful snake while gardening and initially feels compelled to kill it due to ingrained fears. However, he hesitates, observes the snake, and realizes that his fear stems from a lack of understanding. This moment leads him to choose compassion over violence, resulting in a personal transformation.

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How to Not Kill a Beautiful Snake

A story about choices, perception, and quiet courage.

Ezra was weeding the garden when he saw it.

Just beyond the rosemary bush, half-hidden in shade, the snake lay stretched out like a painted line between sunlight and dirt. It wasn’t large—
maybe two feet, three at most—but it was striking. Deep emerald green with a pale underbelly and flecks of gold along its back. A work of art,
alive.

And his first instinct was to end it.

He’d grown up with the stories: snakes were danger. Snakes were venom. Snakes were death waiting to happen.

He reached for the hoe.

But something tugged at him—not his hand, not his body, but somewhere quieter. A hesitation.

He paused, hoe still raised.

The snake didn’t move. It wasn’t threatening, or coiled, or even watching him closely. It was sunbathing, as if the whole world didn’t care if it was
feared or hated. It just was.

Ezra lowered the hoe.

His pulse slowed. He crouched instead, staying a few feet away, and simply watched. The longer he looked, the less monstrous the snake
seemed. Not evil. Not even dangerous—just alive, and wild, and perfectly designed for a life he didn’t understand.

He remembered a quote he once read, scribbled in the back of an old book:

“What we fear without reason is often what we understand the least.”

He stood up, brushing off his knees. The snake slid slowly into the undergrowth, as silent as it had arrived.

Ezra didn’t tell anyone. He didn’t need to. It wasn’t about a snake, really. It was about the decision not to act on a reflex that no longer served
him.

That day, he didn’t kill something beautiful just because he didn’t understand it.

And that changed something small inside him—permanently.


Takeaway:
Not every encounter with fear needs to end with violence.
Sometimes, choosing to see rather than strike is the braver thing.

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