Today is a mystic day, one of those days that staying at home drinking lots of hot tea and reading a good book is just the right thing to do. However, I feel anxious to go out, out to anywhere, maybe a walk on the beach. Can’t decide whether Long beach or Jones beach, they are both so beautiful…with miles of empty white sand to walk and relax my senses along with that penetrating endless wind of the feisty Atlantic.
Or should I just go and have a cup of matzo ball soup at my favorite diner?
And so we decided to go to the diner.
After parking the car and getting our way up to the entrance, we noticed this tiny, colorful bird stack in a heavy, spiky black doormat behind a heavy glass door. He was afraid and screaming for help as it seems people before us did not acknowledge him. My friend in front of me held the door quick so no one will hurt him, and immediately, and carefully I grabbed the beautiful tiny bird within my hands thinking that if he is hurts I will help him somehow, or at least the heavy door will not smash him.
The people behind us were looking at us strangely but we ignored them fast as we could, thinking that the safety of the bird was what really matters at the moment.
Surprisingly, and after being no more than a minute in my hands and with all his might the tiny colorful bird flies fast as he could from my hands, and
whistling his life away!
My eyes lost him in the distance. And then I am trying to figure out at the same time the tremendous amount of force this tiny bird released to get away from my hands, incredible!
Happy that the tiny bird is fine we all just looked at each other and laughed!
And one of the people around said, “You did something good today.” This went right through my heart, which make me think that the anxiety I had earlier to go out somewhere, and choosing going to the diner instead of the beach had to do with what it was meant to be, and that is as you can see, us saving the life of that beautiful tiny bird.