Thought for the Day 5/16/2025
Friday Tale ~ A Strong Kindness O ne day in the middle of autumn, a strong wind blew through the forest. Clouds covered the sky, and the leaves danced in a wild whirlwind. In the midst of this storm, a crow flying over the fields collided with the branch of an old tree. With a muffled croak, it fell to the ground—one of its wings hanging limply. The crow tried to rise to spread its feathers, but a sharp pain shot through its body. It realized it couldn't do it alone. So it raised its gaze to the sky, where the birds were circling, and cawed hopefully: “Help... I can't fly...” A magpie was flying by—it saw the crow and just snorted: “You were always proud; you flew high and laughed at us. Now ask for help yourself.” Behind her flew a blackbird, a goldfinch, and even a jay—all looking away, casting brief glances filled either with contempt or indifference. The crow lowered its head. Alone, hungry, and wounded, it began to lose faith and hope. But then, from some nearby bush...