Choice
I found a bird today, wiggling in the ground outside my guard shack. It can't be more than a day or two old, freshly hatched from it's egg. To be perfectly honest, the chances of it's survival are almost non-existant. It's seriously dehydrated and is probably starving on top of it. As I stood there though, with it's little body cupped in my hand, I realized I had a choice. I could either give in to the hopelessness of the situation and let the thing die, or I could take a chance, no matter how slim and try my best to nurture it back to health.
I've never been one to give into hopelessness, or loose faith. I believe anything is possible and so even though the odds are against it, I've decided to adopt this little fellow and see If I can't raise a bit of life out of him.
I've never been one to give into hopelessness, or loose faith. I believe anything is possible and so even though the odds are against it, I've decided to adopt this little fellow and see If I can't raise a bit of life out of him.