Story For Love
Walking down a path through some woods in
Georgia, I saw a water puddle ahead on the path.
I angled my direction to go around it on the
part of the path that wasn't covered by water
and mud. As I reached the puddle, I was suddenly
attacked! Yet I did nothing for the attack was
so unpredictable and from a source so totally
unexpected. I was startled as well as unhurt,
despite having been struck four or five times
already. I backed up a foot and my attacker
stopped attacking me. Instead of attacking more,
he hovered in the air on graceful butterfly
wings in front of me. Had I been hurt I wouldn't
have found it amusing, but I was unhurt, it
was funny, and I was laughing. After all, I
was being attacked by a butterfly!
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Having stopped laughing, I took a step forward.
My attacker rushed me again. He rammed me in
the chest with his head and body, striking me
over and over again with all his might, still
to no avail. For a second time, I retreated
a step while my attacker relented in his attack.
Yet again, I tried moving forward. My attacker
charged me again. I was rammed in the chest
over and over again. I wasn't sure what to do,
other than to retreat a third time. After all,
it's just not everyday that one is attacked
by a butterfly. This time, though, I stepped
back several paces to look the situation over.
My attacker moved back as well to land on the
ground. That's when I discovered why my attacker
was charging me only moments earlier. He had
a mate and she was dying. She was beside the
puddle where he landed.
Sitting close beside her, he opened and closed
his wings as if to fan her. I could only admire
the love and courage of that butterfly in his
concern for his mate. He had taken it upon himself
to attack me for his mate's sake, even though
she was clearly dying and I was so large. He
did so just to give her those extra few precious
moments of life, should I have been careless
enough to step on her. Now I knew why and what
he was fighting for. There was really only one
option left for me. I carefully made my way
around the puddle to the other side of the path,
though it was only inches wide and extremely
muddy. His courage in attacking something thousands
of times larger and heavier than himself just
for his mate's safety justified it. I couldn't
do anything other than reward him by walking
on the more difficult side of the puddle. He
had truly earned those moments to be with her,
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I left them in peace for those last few moments,
cleaning the mud from my boots when I later
reached my car.
Since then, I've always tried to remember the
courage of that butterfly whenever I see huge
obstacles facing me. I use that butterfly's
courage as an inspiration and to remind myself
that good things are worth fighting for.
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