So today I heard the Story of the Chicken.
I have a friend, an amazing young woman in her last year of college who shared it on Facebook, and that chicken is what I’ve thought about much of today.
Apparently this poor chicken fell off of a “chicken truck,” and my friend and her friends saw it. When questioned about the fate of the chicken, she shared that the bus driver for their apartment area was going to come back and get the fallen bird.
The bus driver has a farm.
This chicken is on her way to be a pet.
Oh bless. That makes my heart so happy!
I’ve thought about that poor chicken and how she must have figured, riding on that truck, that the worst had pretty much happened and her fate was sealed. Then, as if things couldn’t get any worse, she falls off that truck.
Which wound up being a wonderful turning point in her life instead of the great tragedy it could have been.
Thanks to the kind soul of the bus driver.
I do this, do you? I ride along thinking things are really bad and then something happens and I think OH NO COULD THIS GET ANY WORSE? and it turns out that, no actually, what I thought was going to be even worse is really quite wonderful.
Not always. But enough times that I find myself having hope even in the hardest of situations, when it just makes no sense.
Sometimes we’re the chicken, y’all–in a real predicament.
But sometimes, we get the opportunity to be the bus driver.
And when we do, we should take it. We really, really should.
The bus drivers of the world, the ones willing to take another in and give them comfort–they are the folks who are chasing the darkness into a corner with a big ol’ broom and making this world a much better place.
One little soul at a time.
Love to all.