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
of the path that wasn't covered by water and mud. As I reached the
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
four or five times already. I backed up a foot and my attacker stopped
me. Instead of attacking more, he hovered in the air on graceful
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
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
to retreat a third time. After all, it's just not everyday that one is
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.
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
fan her. I could only admire the love and courage of that butterfly in
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
so just to give her those extra few precious moments of life, should I
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
side of the path, though it was only inches wide and extremely muddy.
courage in attacking something thousands of times larger and heavier
himself just for his mate's safety justified it. I couldn't do anything
reward him by walking on the more difficult side of the puddle. He had
earned those moments to be with her, undisturbed. I left them in peace
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
whenever I see huge obstacles facing me. I use that butterfly's courage
an inspiration and to remind myself that good things are worth fighting
-- by David L. Kuzminski
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