That which does not kill us makes us stronger



DON'T QUIT! * NEVER GIVE UP! * FIGHT ON!
This story brought tears to my eyes.
So often we do, indeed, give up too easy
JUST BEFORE A BREAKTHRU!



Walking down a path through some woods in Georgia in 1977, 
I saw a water puddle ahead on the path.  I angled my direction 
to go around it on the part of the path that wasn't covered by 
water and mud. As I reached the puddle, I was suddenly attacked!

Yet, I did nothing, for the attack was so unpredictable and from a
source so totally unexpected.  I was startled as well as unhurt,
despite having been struck 4 or 5 times already.  I backed up a foot 
and my attacker stopped attacking me.  Instead of attacking more, 
he hovered in the air on graceful butterfly wings in front of me.

Had I been hurt I wouldn't have found it amusing, but I was unhurt,
it was funny, and I was laughing.  After all, I was being attacked 
by a butterfly!    Having stopped laughing, I took a step forward. 
My  attacker rushed me again.  He rammed me in the chest with his 
head and body, striking me over and over again with all his might, 
still to no avail.

For a second time, I retreated a step while my attacker relented in 
his attack. Yet again, I tried moving forward.  My attacker charged
me again.  I was rammed in the chest over and over again.  I wasn't 
sure what to do, other than to retreat a third time.  After all, it's 
just not everyday that one is  attacked by a butterfly.  This time, 
though, I stepped back several paces to look the situation over.
My attacker moved back as well to land on the ground.  That's when 
I discovered why my attacker was charging me only moments earlier.





He had a mate and she was dying.  She was beside the puddle where he
landed.  Sitting close beside her, he opened and closed his wings as 
if to fan her.  I could only admire the love and courage of that 
butterfly in his concern for his mate.  He had taken it upon himself 
to attack me for his mate's sake, even though she was clearly dying & 
I was so large.  He did so just to give her those extra few precious 
moments of life, should I have been careless enough to step on her. 

Now I knew why and what he was fighting for.  There was really only 
one option left for me.  I carefully made my way around the puddle 
to the other side of the path, though it was only inches wide and 
extremely muddy.  His courage in attacking something thousands of 
times larger and heavier than himself just for his mate's safety 
justified it.  I couldn't do anything other than reward him by 
walking on the more difficult side of the puddle.  He had truly 
earned those moments to be with her, undisturbed.  I left them in 
peace for those last few moments, cleaning the mud from my boots 
when I later reached my car.

Since then, I've always tried to remember the courage of that 
butterfly whenever I see huge obstacles facing me.  I use that 
butterfly's courage as an inspiration and to remind myself that 
good things are worth fighting for.

by David L. Kuzminski

  

THIS IS THE JUDGMENT
that the Light has come into the world, 
and men loved the darkness rather than the Light, 
for their deeds were evil.  

GOD so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son,
that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have
Eternal LIFE. For God did not send his Son into the world
to condemn the world, but to save the world through him.

He who believes in Him is not judged;
he who does not believe has been judged already, 
because he has not believed in the name of the only 
begotten Son of God.  John 3:16-19






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