Do you remember when we sailed across the African Ocean. We were tired and the journey was long. Not far from shore the the full beaming path of the moon shimmered into life and the wind died into an almost unearthly silence. The water was treacherous and full of night creatures that cloyed and scratched at the boat thus creating holes and divots that threatened to sink our vessel and deliver us both into the inky ocean. I imagined the creatures contently sated and us torn into insignificant tiny pieces drifting outwards throughout the seemingly limitless sea until they rested miles apart.
We prayed to the sky for a wind to come and lost hope that no one was listening from above.
From the depths and cracks of the ship hundreds of tiny mice appeared that had unknowingly stowed away with us. They used all of their strength to blow a cumulative great almighty wind into the sails of the ship
and carry us safely back to shore.
Help doesn't come from where we expect it and even the tiniest of gestures can become something great and powerful