Walking down a path
through some woods in
Georia,I saw a water puddle
ahead of the path. I angled
my direction to go around
it,on the part of the path that wasnt covered by
water and mud.
But as i reached the
puddle,I was suddenly
attacked!Yet I did nothing
for the attack was so unpredictable and from a
source so totally
unexpected.I was startled
as well as unhurt,despite
having been struck four or
five time already. I backed up a foot and my
attacker stopped.Instead he
hovered in the air,on
graceful butterfly wings,in
front of me.Had I been
hurt,I wouldnt have found it amusing.But I was
unhurt,it was funny,and I
was laughing.After all, I was
being "attacked" by a
butterfly!
Having stopped laughing. I took a step forward. My
attacker rushed me again.
He rammed me in the chest
with his head and
body,striking me over and
over again with all his might-still to no avail.
For the second time,I
retreated a step while my
attacker relented in his
motion.Yet again, I tried
moving forward. My attacker charged me
agained!I was rammed in
the chest over and over so
that I wasnt sure what to
do,other than to retreat a
third time.After all,its just not everyday that one is
"attacked" by a butterfly!
This time,though,i stepped
back several paces to look
the situation over.
My attacker moved back,only to land on the
ground.Thats when i
discovered why the
butterfly was charging me
only moments earlier.He
had a mate,and she was dying.She was beside the
puddle where hed landed.
Sitting close beside her,the
butterfly opened and closed
his wings as if to fan her.I
could only admire the love and courage of that
butterfly in his concern for
his mate.He had taken it
upon himself to attack me
for his mates sake,even
though she was clearly dying,and I was so large. He
did so just to give her those
extra few precious
moments of life,anxious
that I might have been
careless enough to step on her.
Now I knew why and what
he was fighting for.There
was really only one option
left for me.I carefully made
my way around the puddle to the other side of the
path,though it was only
inches wide and extremely
muddy.
His courage in attacking
something thousand times larger and heavier than
himself,just for his mates
safety,justified it.I just had
to reward him by walking
on the more difficult side of
the puddle.He had truly earned those moments to
be with her,undisturbed.
I left them in peace for
those last few
moments,cleaning the mud
from my boots when i later reached my car.
These days,I always try to
remember the courage of
that butterfly whenever I
see huge obstacles facing
me.I use that butterflys courage as an inspiration-
and to remind myself that
good things are worth
fighting for. David L. Kuzminski
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
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