Sparrows

My first real emotional encounter with death was a sparrow. It flew into our home probably because it was sick and could not fly away. The 10 year old me put it in a box, fed it, gave it water and put a light under it to keep it warm. After one night, I saw it breath it's last breath, helpless to rescue it. I cried so much that my normally unemotional dad actually asked me if I wanted to buy a bird.

It was the first time that I felt how death comes and we cannot change it. I felt sad for the life that ended. Yet this helpless bird is what I want to be. Free to see, fly and enjoy their short life. The sparrow has to eat and drink constantly. It has no savings and often goes unnoticed. Yet it's very important. That's me.