Baby Bird

One of the world's most beautiful events just happened to me as I walked home from a quick run.


I happened to come across a baby bird. I thought it was odd that it did not fly away as soon as it saw me. It kept trying to fly away. It was obviously learning to fly. Then the parent bird came down and said something to the baby bird. Probably some words of encouragement. Right after that, the baby flew away, with no struggle.

I had a very difficult day. I am struggling a lot. I am currently waiting to hear if my insurance will cover a brain MRI that I need in order to see if I have a brain tumor. I’m trying to hang in there as much as I can at this point but it is terrifying. I am waiting for the next step regarding going to the dentist. I am waiting to see if my housing situation will get any better.

Waiting… waiting.. waiting…

I do not like waiting. I will be the first to say that I am one of the least patient people I have ever man. Patient with others but not situations. I want to know NOW… right this very second.

But that is not how life is.

Watching the baby bird struggle reminded me that if something scares me, the best thing I can do is keep moving forward. The bird did not fly far, but it took steps forward. Sometimes it takes some encouragement from others, like the parent bird did to the baby bird. I hate to be cliché (and by saying that I am cliché) but I was also reminded that baby steps lead to so much more… the ability to fly.