eagle nestling gently pushed to the edge of the nest. His heart raced with conflicting emotions at the same time he felt the resistance of children to their insistent pushing.
Why the thrill of flying has to start with the fear of falling?, She thought.
The nest was placed right at the top of a rocky peak. Below, only the air gap and to support the wings of the children.
What if this does not work right now?, They said.
Despite the fear, the eagle knew that this was the time. Its mission was given to be completed, yet remained one final task: the push. The eagle was filled with courage.
While children found no its wings would not have purpose in their lives. While they do not learn to fly not understand the privilege I was born an eagle.
The push was the best gift she could offer. It was her supreme act of love. Then, one by one, she plunged into the abyss.
And then flew!.
(Author unknown)
Sometimes in our lives, circumstances dictate the role of the eagle. They are the ones that push us toward the abyss.
And who knows ... maybe they are the very circumstances, which make us discover that have wings to fly ...
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