This morning I picked up a beetle. I found it at the top of the stairs.

The beetle was on its back. I touched it, and it climbed on my finger. It didn’t fly away after that. It stayed on my finger.

I could wait at the bus stop and get on the bus. I don’t know where the bus is going. But I can go where it goes.

I just want to get on the bus. Like the beetle.

Q. Tell me about a time when you helped someone (or when someone helped you).
Q. Some people plan their future, other don’t. Which do you think is better, and why?