Animal Writes
26 May 1999 Issue
Butterfly Courage

Walking down a path through some woods in Georgia in 1977, 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!

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, undisturbed. 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.

-- by David L. Kuzminski

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