every part of us has a place everyone of us has a purpose.
ive discovered my purpose while on earth is to help others .even as a child i can remember finding a dead bird i must of been about 5 ,i was very secluded growing up even though i had siblings ..what attention they did give me wasnt much diffrent from my stepmoms --often violent.
as i was playing in the backyard alone i wandered off to a creek on day--i had no supervision PERIOD .i always looked down in front of myself as i walked i dont know exactly why i walked always searching the ground as my feet met it,but i can tell you from doing so i observed and found alot of treasures that a kid my age had a field day with.because of this habit i came apon a dead bird in my path -i dont think itd been dead long---but for some reason i convienced myself it was injured and needed help but wasnt dead .i filled one hand with grass and flowers and laid the bird on top --i wanted it comfortable..in movies they wheeled out a bed..i walked quickly but carefully back home i got comfortable in a spot under a pine tree in the backyard and carefully started checking it for wounds --id seen DR welby M.D. obiously one to many times ,whenever i couldnt find any i remembered how a band-aid always seemed to help no matter what was wrong --so in the house i went ,yes out i came with a varity of shapes just in case, then i convienced myself it probaly just needed liquids -once again i remembered how sprite eventualy healed my stomach,i went back to the creek and pulled a bottle cap out of my pocket and put the tiny bit of water in it made the walk back home and when it didnt drink --i thought crackers! i was a natural born DR. lol if one thing didnt work i knew just what to try next,but when the bird still didnt respond i gave up ..back inside i went where i stuffed tolite paper in my pockets and the popsicle sticks i had collected and a tube of elmers glue.i sat outside in the freaking hot air and glued the poor bird a makeshift casket only it didnt exactly look like one it was the best this 5 yr old could do though. i wrapped the bird up with tissue and laid it in the popsicle stick casket and then carried it to the creek ,used a stick to undo some mud then laid it to rest covered it up and knew i was suppose to say something to god ,so i said a few words then walked away.even after all that i never accepted the bird stayed dead anytime i saw one that resembled it i just knew i cured it and it somehow set itself free to play and sing with the other birds.now as a adult everytime i see a red bird --i say there goes *red belly