In tune with nature

Earlier this morning, I was looking outside on my patio and I noticed an alarming red spider. His legs were bright red and his body was brown. I don't think I have ever seen such an insect. He was quite sizable. He wasn't moving very much and eventually a gust of wind blew him over on his back. He made a few feeble attempts at flipping back over with his very long legs, but seemed to just give up. How odd.
Much later, I looked back out the window and saw him still on his back with his legs straight up in the air. Upon closer observation, I noticed the slightest movement in his legs. What to do? I am the most ridiculous person, I don't mind all of the ants in my house being squashed and torn apart by predators, but I do mind watching a spider outside writhe and die. I had to act.
First, I googled the spider to make sure he wasn't going to jump up on my arm and inject his venom. Turns out he is harmless and only preys on sow insects (I don't know what those are, but I know I am not one of them). Then, I stepped out into the cold November afternoon with no shoes on and a piece of paper to act as a flipping agent. He watched me approach and flexed his legs, as if to say "Over here!" I lowered the paper and righted him and just like that, he was on his feet again. He certainly did run anywhere but he was happy to be on his way. He started off in the direction of the grass but soon turned back toward my house and walked with more strength. I lost sight of him as he crawled close to the house, presumably looking for a way in to thank me for my generosity and to tell me that he is going to live his life with fullness. He might also station himself outside of my door and protect me from sow bugs for the rest of his little life.
I see a lot of myself in this little spider. It reminds me of the time when I was swimming in the ocean with my family on a very tumultuous day. While we were being swept out to sea, we were thrown against some emergency tow ropes that could be used to pull oneself back to shore. The waves were pounding and I was in back. I decided this was it for me and I simply let go. Much to my surprise (and benefit), my sister saw what I had done and grabbed a hold of me and dragged me back with her. So, I didn't die in the ocean and the red spider didn't die at my patio door.
It reminds me of a Michael W. Smith song.

I am attaching a picture of the spider I found on google so you can also be moved visually by this story.