Is it normal to be this soft hearted?

today in my house I saw an ant so I put on my sandal on one foot and stepped on him with all my weight. I thought I killed him because he wasn't moving. But when I returned a few minutes later, I saw he was struggling to walk. Apparently I had crushed his back legs so he was barely pulling itself along with his front arms. I thought about stepping on him again, but he looked so helpless. When he saw me towering over him he immediately froze in fear. I thought about how he had done nothing wrong for me to want to kill him. He was simply living by instinct, maybe searching for food, and not capable of knowing that he was intruding on my property. And I felt sympathy for him. If our roles were reversed, with him being the human and me being the ant, I would want him to spare my life too. Because although the life of an ant may not seem significant from our point of view, it's all he knows. And I saw tremendous perseverance and resilience in him, a real burning to desire to live. I thought, I stepped on him once and he didn't die, so it wouldn't be right for me to step on him again. This little guy was meant to live. I hoped he could return to his colony and relax and eventually recover from his injury and go on to live a happy and productive life. I felt bad that I had stepped on him in the first place, I did it blindly as a conditioned response by society. I've killed bugs before, but there was something special about him. I saw a little bit of myself in him, having the will to carry on and the courage to rise again despite the odds.