A good momma bird

A friend and I were sitting on her deck, enjoying the day–you know, complaining about the traffic, the trash on the beach, the trash on the beach–hmm. Anyway, we were having a ball just chatting away when all of a sudden this little guy flew into one of the railings on her porch. “Oh my gosh!” we both exclaimed-and we wondered if the poor little bird was dead or dazed. Fortunately it was only dazed-we were glad and just as we were about to go to his aid Momma bird flew up to examine her baby. She made a fuss–chirping and hopping about. Beats me what she was saying to the little guy, but it must have been fantastic, because soon baby bird was off and within half a second so was momma.

Simple little things like this are so profound; they always humble me and remind me that there are other worlds beside mine.

QUOTE: “If you aren’t humble, whatever empathy you claim is false and probably results from some arrogance or the desire to control. But true empathy is rooted in humility and the understanding that there are many people with as much to contribute in life as you.” Anand Mahindra

WRITING TIP: The more I write, the more I learn–conversely, the more humble I become about my importance.