Listening to: Welcome to the Jungle
On September 5th, 2014, at around 4:30PM, my nephew saw a butterfly outside our home. He grabbed it with his bare hands just so he could get a better look at it. When he brought it back into the house, I asked him to let it go. And so my nephew took the butterfly, and placed it down on one of the flowers in the drive way to our house. I thought that the butterfly was still alive and that it would eventually fly away to wherever it wanted to go. After all, like all living things, Butterlfies have things to do despite how short their life span is. But then an hour had past. And then I went outside to see if the butterfly had gone away. But it was still resting motionlessly on the flower where my nephew had placed it. I touched it to see if it would move. But no response. It didn't move or react to me. And then I realized that the butterfly was dead. I felt sorry for the poor thing. But I simply could not let its lifeless body just lying there. So, I put on some gloves, and placed it in a plastic bag. Then I took the dead butterfly into my backyard, where I buried it in the soil, so it could rest in peace. As I buried it, I began to reflect on some of the losses I endured a few years ago. And I was reminded of how precious life really is. As for my nephew, I wasn't mad at him. But I told him that next time he sees a butterfly, just let it be. On September 19th, 2014, it was raining heavily where I lived. But as soon as it stopped raining, I stepped outside of my house to go for a little stroll just to clear my head. But as I walked down the path, I saw a live turtle in the middle of the road just lying there. I could tell it was still alive. Because as I approached, it retracted its head into its shell. I was worried that the animal would get run over by a car or a truck. But not wanting to get my hands dirty, I didn't touch the animal with my bare hands. Instead, I scooted the turtle with my foot very gently, until I got it into the grass. And as soon as I was finished, I kneeled down to the turtle, and said "Sorry about that." And then I left on my way. It's like my mother always told me, life is so short and so precious. And it's all about trying to make the best of it while you still have it. That's how I see things.