I walked past a Two Men and a Truck and thought about summertime, the frenzy of people moving, and kids running and playing. This simple concept stuck with me. Oddly enough, this title is still appropriate and reflects what I observed and learned.
As I enjoyed a quick walk, Boy #1 suddenly appeared alongside me on his bike. I smiled and said hello to the little stranger, and he mentioned that another boy was in trouble! What kind of trouble, I asked? He said the boy had a bird and wouldn’t let it go! He said he told him to leave it alone, but he, Boy #2, wouldn’t listen. I assured him he’d done his best. Then, thinking about something on my stove, I said goodbye.
After I arrived home, I thought about Boy #1 and decided to check on Boy #2. So, I went in search of the boys. I soon discovered Boy #2 in the middle of the parking lot with his bike abandoned nearby. He held a tiny bird in the palms of his small hands, studying it intensely. He found the baby bird on the ground and believed it was still alive. I told him I doubted the bird would survive and suggested he move him out of the hot sun and place him on the grass. He did so and volunteered that help was on the way! I asked him to promise me he’d thoroughly wash his hands when he arrived home.
Help soon arrived in the form of a young mother and baby in a stroller. The mother picked up the bird in a paper towel and gingerly carried it over to a tree. She then supervised the burial of the bird in the leaves. Boy #1 continued to ride in small circles, watching everything.
I couldn’t help but think about both boys. Their reactions reflected their parent’s teachings. One boy was cautious, concerned, and kept a safe distance, and the other boy was fearless, curious, and focused on the bird. Yet, they both sought help from adults at this moment. The boys reminded me of how I grew up, cared about others, and learned to take risks.
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