A PIGEON'S APPRECIATION

How was it able to remember this place? How was it able to climb the stairs I don’t understand, I was so moved to the point of tears that, really, every animal, every creature, appreciate you. Just give a helping hand.

Life is not all about you alone; it is all about you, all about people that surround you, all about nature and everything that lives in the environment in which you find yourself. Life is that little kindness, the little care and attention you place on others above yourself.
As human wakes in the morning, knelt down to one’s maker for the grace, mercy and protection in every day to day activities for favor and upliftment, so does every creature made by God, as human we might be so busy to notice this because we pay so much attention on ourselves alone and most times feel unconcerned about other creatures that have life just as we do, we overlook there pains, attention they needed, we are only bordered about the gains we can derive from them, the satisfaction they can give to us, but one thing I observe in every creature that has life in it is that we are equal if not for one thing, for the life which we all have that makes us know pain, anger, suffering, happiness and so on.
In life, by showing a little kindness to all that God created can be rewarding, whether human or animal, within you, you will discover an inner joy, inner happiness and fulfillment, joy because you are able to give a helping hand when it is so much needed, happiness because, a times in one’s life, you are face with some difficulties which are beyond your control or understanding and you will settle for any help that comes your way, while giving a helping hand, you will remember your ones situation and how you came out of it.
There is a time in my life I had an encounter with a pigeon, I saw the pigeon in a deep pain and by what I saw, it needed all the help it can get. At first, sighting the pigeon scared me so much, maybe because of the dark color it has, but when I saw the pain it was passing through, I quickly overlook the color and try to reach out to help, then later I would want to know what it is up to.
I really am not good at description, but I will try as much as I can to describe the way I found the bird, so that u can understand the kind of pain I am trying to explain.
When I saw this bird on a hot sunny afternoon at the back of my apartment, there was a thread tired to one of its leg, and the other end of the thread tired to an iron pipe that take water from the well to various apartment in the house. This position makes the bird directly looking into the well with one of its leg tired up to the pipe. The most painful aspect of all these is that, the thread has cut deep into the bird’s tiny leg this could be as a result of the pigeon’s struggling to be set free but this cannot be achieved on its own, it needed human help.
Though I was really scared initially, but I took it upon myself to use a razor blade to cut off the thread which has eventually made the bird’s leg useless, thank God I had closed the well before trying to cut the thread off, if not with the weakness of the leg, the bird would have dropped straight into the deep well. I now observed it on the cover of the well and saw the dangerous cut on the leg, but how other way can I help in healing it this I am helpless, and I said to myself, it will soon fly away, and I went into my apartment.
Coming down to get some water from the same well, I notice the bird still on the well cover, trying to move its wing, dragging it helplessly, and I now realize that if help is not given, this poor thing will die. I picked the bird with the tip of my left finger, and straight up the stairs I climbed, and drop the bird by the passage and gave it some grains of cooked rice.
In the morning, waking up to see the bird still on the same position I left it, but the grains of rice I poured by its side it had eaten, well I was happy a little because at least it can eat, even though it cannot make use of its leg. The bird was there for three days, but there were little changes in the wound on its leg, it now became a play mate in the house. When I am less busy, I took the bird outside to try and help it to fly by putting it on a high place, but still, the poor thing can only flap its wing and limp.
It now became a routine for me to bring out the bird each day, one day, as I place the bird on an object a little higher than the ground surface, I use my hand to push it to make it fly, but to my astonishment, the poor bird relaxed for a while and it noticed another object that is higher than where I placed it and it tried to reach it, and another, and another until it flew to the fence of the compound, I was filled with excitement and at the same time, I had gotten used to the bird I really don’t want it to go away I was fighting to bring it back from the fence, but oops, to the roof of the house it flew to and I was left staring into the sky as it vanished away. That was all, I said to myself at least have done the best I can.
Weeks later after the bird had vanished, One afternoon when I got back from school, tired and worn out as a result of the hot weather, I tried to refresh and relax when I heard some sound at the door, I asked who the person was, but there was no response, but the sound of somebody moving by the door, hitting the door continued, so I went to the door open it a little to see who it was that was making the sound. But to my greatest surprise, the same bird I rescued! flapping its wing on the door, I can’t imagine this but it’s so real, the poor bird came back after so many days to say thank you, to show its gratitude, to appreciate all that I have done for it. How was it able to remember this place? How was it able to climb the stairs I don’t understand, I was so moved to the point of tears that, really, every animal, every creature, appreciate you. Just give a helping hand.
Be good to all.