Buckeye Butterfly....photo courtesy of Bill Beaurain, The Garden Helper Website.

Butterfly Courage

By David L. Kuzminski

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 struck four 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 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 and 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.

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