My Name Is Hot Wheels
My name is Hot Wheels, and I am very small. That night, though, felt impossibly long.
I was lying on the hard road, my body in pain and my heart beating so fast it felt like it might break. Bright lights passed by again and again, but I stayed very still. I was afraid to move, afraid to make a sound. All I could do was hope that someone kind would notice me and stop.
Everything hurt. I was terrified in a way I had never known before. My legs would not respond, and my body felt broken. The cold ground beneath me made the fear worse. More than anything, I wanted to be held. I wanted warmth, safety, and the reassurance that I mattered to someone.
Time moved strangely. Moments felt endless, and each sound made me flinch. I did not know if help would come, or if I would be alone on that road forever.
When Kindness Arrived
Eventually, gentle hands lifted me from the ground. I did not understand what was happening. I was too tired and too frightened to make sense of it. But I felt warmth for the first time since I had been hurt, and that warmth changed everything.
Being held meant I was no longer invisible. It meant someone had seen me, cared enough to stop, and decided my life was worth saving.
Healing and Learning to Trust
I am still healing. My body is recovering, and my heart is learning something new each day. Trust does not return all at once. It comes slowly, in quiet moments, through soft voices and careful hands.
There are days when fear still visits me. There are moments when my body remembers the pain. But there is also something stronger growing inside me now.
A Sweet Soul With Hope
Deep inside, this small and gentle soul believes that love found me exactly when I needed it most. I may be tiny, and my journey is not over, but I am no longer alone.
Sometimes, rescue is not loud or dramatic. Sometimes, it is simply one person choosing to stop, to care, and to lift a frightened life from the cold road.
That choice changed everything for me.
