Beautiful read! *Personal side story with death of a bird in my hand I must have been 10-12 years old, was playing on the street in front of my house. I notic

Beautiful read! *Personal side story with death of a bird in my hand I must have been 10-12 years old, was playing on the street in front of my house. I noticed an injured bird was crying for help. I ran to it, lifted it in my hand to see what happened. It was clearly dying, I ran home and got some water. I gave it some water and it quickly drank as much as it could. While I was holding it in my hand, it looked at me with big round eyes and took its last breath. I could feel something leave its body and I felt it in my hand. I remember this often what it saw before dying, what was it thinking before dying.