Carol H Tucker Passionate about knowledge management and organizational development, expert in loan servicing, virtual world denizen and community facilitator, and a DISNEY fan
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beladona Memorial Be warned:in this very rich environment where you can immerse yourself so completely, your emotions will become engaged -- and not everyone is cognizant of that. Among the many excellent features of SL, there is no auto-return on hearts, so be wary of where your's wanders...
There are few things that are more helpless than a newly hatched baby bird. This one had fallen out of the nest and was laying on the concrete of the parking lot, chirping pathetically in the blistering heat. It was struggling, trying to flutter stubs of wings, trying to move, trying to find comfort. I stopped and looked at it. There was no way it would live, it was too young. There was nothing to be done and I walked onto my appointment with eyes suddenly blurred with tears. Two hours later the little chirps were more feeble, wracking the body each time. The hot sun beat down and it couldn’t even wriggle – the ants and flies were starting to torment it. A huge van had parked right in front of it, a massive tire right next to it, and as I walked back into work, the van pulled out…. When I came back out to go home, the little body was covered with the ants and flies. When I came in the next morning, nothing was left but the skull and beak. A day later, that too was gone, washed away in a storm.
Gone. As though nothing had happened. But I remember, little bird, I remember
I’m sure that little bird had not been evil, had not deserved the horrible death it was dealt. I’m sure that remembering the little thing is rather dumb, that there are far more important things to think about. I’m sure that there is an analogy in here somewhere….
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