The Singing Bird
An excerpt from the Parable of the Barrios by the late Dr. Juan M. Flavier. Here is the story!
The egg had just hatched, producing the little featherless bird. The nest was nice and cozy. However, a sudden gust of strong wind dislodged the nest from the branch of a tree and down fell the poor little bird on the open ground below.
Without feathers for protection, the bird began to turn bluish as is shivered in the morning breeze. In a few hours, the little bird would perish from the harsh elements.
By a stroke of good luck, a young boy on his way to school saw the shivering bird and took pity on it. Hi picked it up, cradled it in his cupped hand, and gently blew some warm air on it. The boy would have love to keep the bird for a pet, but he knew the poor featherless thing was too weak to survive.
He looked around for a suitable nesting place but couldn't find any. All he saw was a fresh mound of carabao dung on the ground. The boy tenderly placed the bird in the middle of the mound and buried the whole body, with only the head and part of the neck protruding. The mound was still warm so the bird felt good. It's blood began to circulate. In half an hour the bird felt so comfortable that it began to sing.
A farmer on his way to his rice-field hear the singing and saw the bird buried in the mound of dung. He thought the poor thing was in distress so he bent down and pulled it out. The farmer even wiped away the adhering excrement and then laid the bird on the grassy part of the roadside.
Soon the sun began to warm the bird. The heat was at first, tolerable but as the sun rose overhead, the heat began to burn the little bird. By the time the sun set, the bird was dead.
There are three moral lessons to the story:
First, the one who puts you in the carabao dung need not be an enemy;
Second, the one who gets you out of the carabao dung need not be your friend; and
Third, when you are in it up to your neck, for heaven's sake, don't sing!
What can you say?
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Summing up everything.
You are fond of music and you play the guitar.
And the guitar has to use a speaker.
A speaker has a part that is called twitter.
You tweet, so that makes sense you sing like a bird because your voice comes out with a twitter speakers.
I don't know if there's a connection, LOL.
Nice story. Thanks for sharing.
Well, what can I say? Don't judge people at first sight!
Have a wonderful Easter Jimmy!
Yeah! There are times we think and act as if we have chosen the right thing but after all, it's not.
Thank you, and welcome.
Lovely story, thanks for sharing.
What can I say?...I will love my enemies (if I have any) do good to them, and lend to them without expecting to get anything in return.
Keep sharing... Nice
Lots of Success
Aisha
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Great parable!...heard it in the movie "The Assassins"...thanks for sharing...
Really?