God gave me a task — to take a snail for a walk.
I couldn't walk too fast; the snail was already doing its best to crawl, moving just a tiny bit each time.
I urged it on, scared it, scolded it. The snail looked at me with apologetic eyes, as if saying, "I'm doing my best!"
I pulled it, tugged it, even thought about kicking it.
The snail got hurt. It was sweating, panting, struggling to move forward.
"God! Why? Why did You ask me to take a snail for a walk?"
As the snail crawled on, I sulked behind it.
Wait — I smelled the fragrance of flowers.
Oh! There's a garden here.
I felt the breeze — so gentle at night.
Hold on — I heard birds singing, insects chirping.
I looked up and saw the sky full of twinkling stars.
Huh? Why hadn't I noticed these things before?
Suddenly, it dawned on me:
Could I have gotten it all wrong?
It turns out God wanted the snail to take me for a walk.
It wasn't about walking — it was about the happiness of companionship.
How beautiful. Let's cherish it together.
This beautiful story perfectly captures the essence of our work at Snail Therapy Center. Just like the snail in the story, children with special needs teach us patience, help us discover beauty in small moments, and show us that the journey matters more than the destination.
Every family we work with reminds us that we're not just providing therapy — we're learning about resilience, celebrating small victories, and finding joy in companionship along the way.
Ready to begin your own journey with us?