Here's a story I wrote several years about an actual encounter with a cricket.
About a week ago, I was sitting in my family room watching TV when a chirping sound started coming from inside the room. Now it's not that unusual for me to find crickets in our garage. And some do squeeze under the door and enter the family room from time to time.
This cricket had an incredibly loud chirp that made it hard to hear the TV. After about a minute or so, I decided that it either didn't like the show I was watching or wanted my attention. So I slowly got up and starting looking for it. It took me about a minute to find it. It was about four feet off the ground on a small ledge of a wall ornament. I could have squished it, but I didn't. I then grabbed a tissue and trapped it inside. I carefully carried the tissue outside and released it on our deck. Besides its great chirping ability, this cricket had one additional unique characteristic. It only had one back leg. Amazingly, it hopped away as if it had two good hind legs.
About one week later, as I was letting one of our dogs outside, I saw the same cricket again. It was hopping across the deck and almost got eaten by our dog. I was really surprised and happy. It was almost like this little guy came back around to say thank you.
You're probably wondering where I'm going with this cricket thing. My point is that everyone at some time or another feels like a wounded cricket. I know it sounds a bit odd, but I think we all can learn something from this little guy. No matter what life sends you, try to figure out a way to not dwell on things for too long and get on with living. Also, if you see someone wounded, provide that tissue or keep the dogs at bay. You just might be surprised how it helps that person or how good you feel after doing it.