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| About six years ago, I was out there, surfing the internet when I came upon a beautiful dove with a broken wing. I picked her up and held her in my hand, and I petted her, and I promised her that I would mend her wing and help her so that she could fly again. And I held her close, and I fed her, and stroked her, and petted her, and took care of her. And was there when she was hungry, and thirsty, and taught her hopefully, other ways that she can be happy. Her wing is all mended now. And every once in awhile I see her. She raises up on her feet and spreads those wings and she starts flapping them and testing them in the air. But she's afraid to lift herself, afraid to trust her wings. So what I need to do is pick her up and take her out into the wide open. And with her in both my hands, I need to bend my knees and I need to raise her up, UP into the air. Boost her up there and say, "Now get up there and fly" I need to toss her in the air and say, "Fly!" And watch her fly away.... And watch her fly away. |
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| ~Midnight Sun~ |