Accidently ran over a snake this evening while mowing.  I thought it was a stick, but quickly realized what it was after that once thought stick began to squirm.  normally I would be sickened at the sight of a snake and not want to pick it up but instinctively I picked it up out of worry that I had killed it.   I let it slither in my hand and didn't see a wound so I just kept holding it.  Anyways, I let it go, away from the path of my mower.  Just quick thought to help me realize how important moments like these are to my heart.