Walking down a path through some woods in Georgia. 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 stmck tour or five 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 wras 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, 1 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 tune. Atter all. it's just not everyday that one is attacked by a butterfly. This time, though.I stepped back several paces 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 tan 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,eventhough she wasclearly dying and I was so large.He did so just to give her those extra few precious moments of life,should I have b; en careless enough to step on her. Now I knew why and what he was fighting for.There was really only one option left ibr me. I carefully trade my way around the puddle to the other side of the path, though it was only inches.wide and extrerncly muddy. His courage in attacking something thousands of tin yes larger and heavier than himself just fbr his mate's safety justified it.I couldn't do anything other than reward him by evalking un 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.