Yesterday, I went shopping in my local market. There was a gentleman there, in the pet food aisle, struggling to put sizable bags of birdseed into his cart. He didn’t have hands, he had metal claws, for want of a better word. Not the fancy prosthetics designed today; these were the metal appendages of earlier times. His cart was already filled with several large bags of wild birdseed, here he was, struggling to grasp one more.
My husband turned to me when we got in the next aisle and said, “Did you see that?” “Yes,” I answered. I had seen him times before in the market; his metal hands deftly handling money at the register.
In silence, my husband and I both drank in what we had seen. My husband, I am sure, felt empathy. He is always first to say, can I help you get that down from the shelf…….But this time, he kept silent. I suppose we don’t want the other person to feel incapable, when really they show how superior they are when compared to us.
Me, I felt the love, the attachment to the animals. In a world of human stares, human pity, the birds sang in his garden for him, not a man with metal hands, but a man who feeds them lovingly each day.
When the world is mean, so many of us turn to them. Those who sing, bark, purr……not those who stare and judge.
Even in the darkest of mornings……a bird sings, knowing the light will follow…………I am donating all profits of all of my books to the animals hurt by the path of Harvey. Please visit Amazon ……..type in Shirl Knobloch and see all my books. Help me help those who have brightened my life with song, barks, and purrs………..