This story was tucked among my mail last week; anyone who reads it will be consumed with the true meaning of love. I have changed the wording to my own.
The Eastern Bluebird, Sialia sialis, is a small thrush found in open woodlands, farmlands and orchards, and most recently can be spotted in suburban areas. It is the state bird of Missouri and New York. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eastern_Bluebird
The bluebird doesn’t know it’s dangerous to hang out along the roadside, near golf courses, close to suburbia.
One day a happy, little female flies too low as she crosses the street … doesn’t see the car, doesn’t make it to the other side.
Her mate watches in terror; there must be something he can do. Quickly, he finds food and swoops down to nourish his love back to life.
Again and again he brings food, stays close to her side. Only panic sets in as he becomes aware that his mate is not responding.
This can’t be. He tries to move her, which is rare. Still, his love doesn’t look at him.
Shock sets in that she is gone, and the pain is unbearable. He screams in agony and despair. In his grief the loving mate stays close, refusing to leave her side.
People the world over have been touched by this story. The photographer sold these pictures for a nominal fee to the most well-know newspaper in France. Copies of this edition sold out the day they hit the stand.
To love and be loved…
May Your Glass Always Be Half Full