
How a Bird Changed Samantha’s Life
Helping her to break out of her zone
Walking down the dirt path, Samantha thought about her life. She was content but not happy. Sad but not depressed. She lived in a comfort zone but she was not in a creative zone. While there was plenty of activity in her life there was little excitement or adventure. She felt trapped.
In her mind Samantha had been contemplating escapes from her current life situation but nothing she could come up with seemed practical or doable. And she did not have enough money saved yet to be able to implement a plan. Her job, which she loathed, did not pay well but did manage to maintain a level of comfort and security. For almost six years she had wanted to quit that job but could not bring herself to do it. So she continued walking through her daily life in a quasi somnambulist state.
The dirt path she was walking on was a short cut she took each day between her job and her home. It was a short stretch of nature hidden within the city. The first time she ever took that path she was quite fearful that some crazy person might pop out from behind a bush or a tree and attack her. She was not out in the open on this path as on a city street where people could see her being attacked and could come to her rescue. After taking the path for almost six years now without incident it no longer occurred to her to be fearful.
Now that short path through nature was how she cleansed herself of her daily activities; how, for a few minutes, she could leave the city of her life and pass through a peaceful, anxiety-free, rejuvenating zone. It was the little bit of nature that she incorporated into her life in the city twice a day. For her it became a small and short refuge; a zone in which she could release all the many repetitive thoughts in her mind and relax as she communed with nature; listening to the birds and watching the shimmering of sunlight on the leaves gently stirred by the breeze.
One day as she walked this path on her way home from work she saw a rustling in the grass beneath a tree just off the path. She stopped walking the path and timidly took a few steps towards the rustling. As she got closer she saw that it was a bird furiously flapping its wings. Inching closer, she realized that the bird was somehow trapped and could not fly away.
Samantha was torn. Should she walk away and resume her walk home? Should she try to save the bird? What if the bird attacked her? What if she was unable to help the bird? She had never rescued an animal before. She had no idea what to do.
But she was compelled to take action. She slowly walked up to the bird then knelt on the ground, setting her purse on the grass. She had no idea what kind of bird it was but it was of medium size and it was now flapping its wings even more furiously as Samantha got closer.
Samantha began softly talking to the bird, “Hi little birdie. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to help. It’ll be okay. Don’t worry.”
She then slowly reached out towards the bird with both hands and pulled its wings back to its body. That is when she saw that the bird’s claw was stuck in the opening of a discarded and crumpled aluminum can that was lodged under a fallen tree limb.
Carefully, while still talking to the bird, she maneuvered her hands so that she was now holding the bird still with just her left hand. With her right hand she very gently pulled the bird’s claw out of the can. Then she let go of the bird.
Abruptly, the bird flew up and away. It was free. With eyes and mouth wide open, Samantha followed the flight of the bird until it disappeared out of sight. A surge of joy coursed through her entire body. A lone tear of joy fell down her cheek. She was so happy for the bird. She had not felt so jubilant in many years.
She grabbed her purse and slowly stood up. Returning to the dirt path, she hugged herself, luxuriating in the profound joy she was feeling then she resumed her walk home.
The next day at work Samantha gave her two-week notice, not knowing what she would do next. She had saved a bird and now suddenly she had the confidence to save herself.
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