Doubt The Rabbit
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October 24, 2010
Opportunities to be kind to others come in all shapes and sizes.
I was a little upset to be late getting to the hospital today. I was supposed to get there early to relieve my mother and let her go out with her friend.
So there I was, worrying at the bus stop, when I noticed a couple (okay, more like an army) of pigeons picking at a piece of fried chicken. I broke up the stuff (with my shoe of course), feeling sorry about the fact that they had to resort to birdie cannibalism just to eat. I'm sure they were pretty hungry.
I didn't pay them much mind after that. Then they flew away--all except one, who stood a few feet away and looked at me warily, then down at some gamey chicken skin that wouldn't break apart under my shoe. He (or she) was black and grey with dark orange feet and walked with the cutest little limp you'd ever want to see. Besides the limp, I could tell the bird was sick by how it sat down after every few steps and didn't mind sitting by my right foot.
She (or he) went after the chicken skin, picked it up, and tried to shake a small bit a part from the rest. His balance was off and he tumbled over onto his back. It was absolutely adorable and very sad.
I reached into my pocket and found a dollar bill with which I bought a small bag of Herr's popcorn.
I swear the onlookers and passersby must've thought I was absolutely insane as I poured bits of the popcorn on the ground in several spots and stomped them into crumbs. There were no birds there except the single one with the funny limp. For him I poured a special pile of popcorn near the steps that he was hiding behind. Sure, the popcorn was full of hydrogenated oil and other crap, but it must've been better than a piece of fried food that was greasy enough to polish my shoe.
Not long after Larry (yeah, I named him) squatted near his food pile and began to eat, a whole slew of pigeons and sparrows and some weird hairy-looking bird flew in and pecked at the scattered popcorn. A little boy saw the birds and tried to pet one. Luckily, his mother was there to pull him away--they ARE germy after all.
I was so pleased with what I'd done that not even my mother's impatience could faze me when I finally got to the hospital.
From now on, I'll take my spare change and use it to feed the birds at the 56 bus stop (or whatever bus stop I happen to be standing near).
Opportunities to be kind to others come in all shapes and sizes.
I was a little upset to be late getting to the hospital today. I was supposed to get there early to relieve my mother and let her go out with her friend.
So there I was, worrying at the bus stop, when I noticed a couple (okay, more like an army) of pigeons picking at a piece of fried chicken. I broke up the stuff (with my shoe of course), feeling sorry about the fact that they had to resort to birdie cannibalism just to eat. I'm sure they were pretty hungry.
I didn't pay them much mind after that. Then they flew away--all except one, who stood a few feet away and looked at me warily, then down at some gamey chicken skin that wouldn't break apart under my shoe. He (or she) was black and grey with dark orange feet and walked with the cutest little limp you'd ever want to see. Besides the limp, I could tell the bird was sick by how it sat down after every few steps and didn't mind sitting by my right foot.
She (or he) went after the chicken skin, picked it up, and tried to shake a small bit a part from the rest. His balance was off and he tumbled over onto his back. It was absolutely adorable and very sad.
I reached into my pocket and found a dollar bill with which I bought a small bag of Herr's popcorn.
I swear the onlookers and passersby must've thought I was absolutely insane as I poured bits of the popcorn on the ground in several spots and stomped them into crumbs. There were no birds there except the single one with the funny limp. For him I poured a special pile of popcorn near the steps that he was hiding behind. Sure, the popcorn was full of hydrogenated oil and other crap, but it must've been better than a piece of fried food that was greasy enough to polish my shoe.
Not long after Larry (yeah, I named him) squatted near his food pile and began to eat, a whole slew of pigeons and sparrows and some weird hairy-looking bird flew in and pecked at the scattered popcorn. A little boy saw the birds and tried to pet one. Luckily, his mother was there to pull him away--they ARE germy after all.
I was so pleased with what I'd done that not even my mother's impatience could faze me when I finally got to the hospital.
From now on, I'll take my spare change and use it to feed the birds at the 56 bus stop (or whatever bus stop I happen to be standing near).
