Crowley

So today I went on my second day of running. Yay me! So anyways I get to the next door over, and I hear a cry. I have my ear plugs in so I pull them out to listen closer. What I hear is this kitten crying. It is coming from a drain pipe in the ditch so I bend down to look. Now I have done this once before on a highway for a dog and got my hand tore up by some fire ants. Anyway, I see this little kitten and it comes right to me.

When I get it to the house, I get it some ham because I am sure it is starving. It eats it up. I put it in a ‘pet taxi’ and go on my run. 6 or more miles later I get back and it is doing good. I get it some milk and it loved it. So I get to lunch and tell Dale and AJ my find. AJ isn’t happy about such a thing. I have always been one to save animals. I have had rabbits, coons, owl, cats, dogs, birds, and a squirrel.

I named it Crowley. I am not sure if it is male or female and Crowley Louisiana is the area I am staying. So Crowley it is.

It reminded me of a story I had read once so here it is:

“While wandering a deserted beach at dawn, stagnant in my work, I saw a man in the distance bending and throwing as he walked the endless stretch toward me. As he came near, I could see that he was throwing starfish, abandoned on the sand by the tide, back into the sea. When he was close enough I asked him why he was working so hard at this strange task. He said that the sun would dry the starfish and they would die. I said to him that I thought he was foolish. there were thousands of starfish on miles and miles of beach. One man alone could never make a difference. He smiled as he picked up the next starfish. Hurling it far into the sea he said, “It makes a difference for this one.” I abandoned my writing and spent the morning throwing starfish.”
― Loren Eiseley

My point of sharing that is because I wanted to share a thought. You may not be able to change the world for all but you can change all the world for one. So it is important that you make positive difference every day. You always have a choice. A choice to reach out a helping hand. A choice to appreciate the things you have. A choice to make time for what matters most. A choice to keep trying. A choice to laugh or cry. A choice to try to make a difference, if not for the world, for one, even if that one is yourself.

Meet Crowley:

Here is to new friends:

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