I was planning on sitting on the porch this evening, and noticed a bird that looked sickly standing on the other chair across the porch. It didn't fly away when I came out, so I sat down with it. I got to thinking about other things than the bird, like not knowing what my future holds as a musician or how my disability is going to play a part in everything. I started to wonder "how am I going to make it when I get older, disabled, not able to function well?" Then I looked over to the bird, and it's mama was feeding it a worm. It really touched me, how we are provided for much more delicately than the birds. Right then I had a peace of mind about the whole issue.
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