One of my favorite memories, one of my favorite life lessons was the one about the hummingbird on the windowsill. I know that we have covered it before but I need to bring it up again for my own good and it is a darn good story too. It is the closest thing that I can blog about this morning that compares to an encounter that I had yesterday.

I spent some time yesterday with someone who left a big impression on me. And I cannot talk about what happened directly but I met my match in terms of ability as a cancer commando. It was such a powerful encounter that I am still reeling. I did some heavy duty praying for everyone involved afterward. I am thankful and honored to have been a part of that and somehow I feel on a higher level, even though breathless.

But the hummingbird is anxious for me to tell his story. So, I was on a job in Seattle, it was a rather extensive remodel of an old home. Lots of nice features were going in with lots of money being spent. And that translates to lots of time being spent by the contractor and workers. I was working as a carpenter there for the duration and since the work was more than a few weeks we had taken over the big garage as a work area.

It was hot out say July maybe and the inside of the garage was busy and the sawdust filled the air at times and it settled on everything in there. And I was coming and going in between what I was working on in the house and the machinery out there. One time on my travels I came across the most beautiful hummingbird motionless on the dusty window sill. A motionless hummingbird is not right. It looked like it had died trying to get out exhausting itself up against the glass. I remember how beautiful the colors of its feathers looked lying there in the dust. It’s dead right? Ah, too bad.

But something told me to try something, anything. There was a warm bottle of coke there and I found a metal bottle cap and poured it full of the sugary caffeinated stuff and slid that carefully under the beak of the lifeless bird. I went on my way doing what I was doing and returned in fifteen minutes and guess what? That beautiful creature was long gone! Never saw it again and didn’t have to.

I love thinking about that story, just how I love thinking about yesterday with all it’s particular details. It was different but similar. We all flew away better creatures.

OK, walking time, Felipe.x