Last night, I accidentally left a water bottle open, and by morning, I noticed several dozen ants had fallen in. They trembled on the surface, clinging to life.
At first glance, it looked like they were pushing each other down to survive. That image disturbed me, and I walked away.
But a couple of hours later, I checked again—and what I saw stunned me.
They were still alive.
The ants had built a living pyramid: the ones below held up the ones above. And after a while, they calmly rotated places. No panic. No chaos. No one trying to save themselves first.
Each ant chose to go where it was hardest—to lift others up.
I was deeply moved by this silent act of cooperation. I grabbed a spoon and carefully lowered it into the bottle. One by one, the ants climbed on and escaped.
Then, just as one was about to make it out, he slipped and fell back.
What happened next shook me more than any movie ever could:
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