The jungle is alive with movement — birds chirping, branches swaying, and monkeys leaping from tree to tree. But one morning, something didn’t feel right.
High above the ground, on a dangerously thin branch, a tiny baby monkey was clinging for her life.
Her name is Lori.
She wasn’t playing. She wasn’t climbing for fun.
She was stuck. Terrified. Frozen.
Rescuers watching from below could barely breathe as they saw Lori’s tiny arms shaking, her legs trembling. The branch beneath her feet bent under her weight. One wrong move, one gust of wind, and she could fall.
And there was no one near her.
Where was her mother?
Earlier that day, Lori had wandered away during troop movement. Excited and curious, she followed a bird’s flutter up a low tree, then a higher one… and then, she couldn’t get down.
She had climbed too far, too fast. The branches were too thin. Her tiny fingers clutched tightly to the bark, her eyes wide with fear.
Below her? Thirty feet of open air. Hard ground. Rocks.
She whimpered.
“Eeeek… eee… eee!”
A call for help. A cry of panic. But the jungle only rustled back.
No mom. No siblings. No one heard.
Lori began to shift slightly, trying to get a better grip. Her foot slipped. The branch cracked a little. She froze.
The entire forest seemed to stop moving.
🆘 The Moment of Truth
Luckily, a team from the wildlife sanctuary had been observing that area and heard her cries. One of the caretakers raised binoculars and gasped.
“She’s stuck. She’s going to fall!”
They couldn’t climb the tree — it was too unstable. They couldn’t scare her — any sudden noise might cause her to jump or slip. So, they waited. Watching. Whispering prayers.
And Lori… held on.
For minutes. Then longer. Her tiny body swayed with the breeze. Her little hands never let go, though they began to cramp and twitch.
She was working so hard. Just to hold on. Just to survive.
🙏 A Desperate Move
Eventually, one rescuer came up with a plan. She moved slowly beneath the tree and laid down a soft net and thick padding — in case Lori fell. Another set up a speaker that played soft monkey coos, hoping to calm her.
And then… something magical happened.
A familiar monkey from Lori’s troop — a gentle female named Mila, who had helped raise other babies — returned to the area. She heard the cries. She looked up.
And she climbed.
Branch by branch, Mila moved toward Lori, calmly and steadily. Lori spotted her and let out a cry of hope.
“Eee! EEE!”
Mila reached the branch near Lori, paused, and stretched out her hand.
Lori looked. She was shaking too hard to move.
But Mila didn’t leave. She waited. And waited. And waited.
Until, finally, with the last bit of her strength…
Lori reached out.
Their hands met.
Mila gently pulled her to a safer branch, wrapped her arms around the baby, and climbed down slowly, branch by branch.
When they reached the ground, the entire rescue team burst into tears.
Lori was safe.
💞 Healing and Trust
Back at the sanctuary, Lori was carefully checked over. Her hands were raw from gripping the bark. Her legs were sore. She hadn’t eaten in hours.
But she was alive. And she was brave.
In the days that followed, Lori stayed close to Mila. She didn’t wander anymore. She ate slowly and rested often. Caretakers watched them curl up together in the shade, Lori sleeping peacefully on Mila’s chest.
She had survived the fall — not by falling, but by fighting to hold on, and finally… by trusting a hand reaching out to her.
🌍 Why Lori’s Story Matters
Lori’s story is about fear, danger, and survival. But more than anything, it’s about hope.
It’s about that moment when you’re too tired to hold on…
And someone reaches for you.
And you choose to believe.
And you survive.
Lori didn’t fall that day.
She held on — and love pulled her back.
Please share her story. Let others know that even when the branch shakes… and your fingers hurt… and your heart is tired… help can come.