Wings of Flight...

Today is one of those beautiful early mornings that you wish could last forever. The sun is high in the sky, and is brightly shining. It's spreading its beautiful warmth for all who want to enjoy its bright glow. Before going to my desk this morning I took a quick walk to enjoy the sun's immense beauty. On my walk for the first time in several weeks I saw my friend, the bird with the broken wing. He or she is almost like a symbolic gesture. Whenever I'm having a moment of doubt in my life, I see the bird. It's amazing how whenever I question myself I see that bird. In many ways, he's my hero, because I realize if he still has his spirit to believe in himself, I have no excuses. After all, here's a bird with a broken wing still out there giving it his all. Just imagine what it must be like for him. To know what its like to fly but not to be able to. Can you imagine what that must to do to his spirit? But it's not even a thought in his mind, he just keeps on trucking.