I wasn’t really sure what to title this post. I settled on ‘The Life Lesson I Learned from a Goose’ but my other thought was ‘How to Avoid Getting Lost in Transition’ or ‘Don’t be a Bird Brain’. Read on, then let me know what you think.
I was out on my bike over the weekend. The weather was spectacular here in the Northeast, if not a little windy for bikers. As I pedaled along a flat stretch that passes by a reservoir, I noticed that the traffic up ahead on the busy two lane road had come to a stop in both directions. Ah yes. A goose crossing. No babies. Just the goose.
I’m not a big fan of geese. In fact, I was once viciously attacked by a mother goose protecting her chicks (also on my bike). That encounter ended with me on the ground, bike wrapped around my neck and a goose pecking wildly at my back. While it sounds funny, I assure you it was not. But that’s another story for another time.
The goose crossing the road was particularly handsome. He stood tall, puffing out his big white chest as he waddled and we waited. But, for reasons that only the goose would know, as he got to the center line his confidence wavered and he suddenly appeared confused.
I had thought for a second about getting off my bike and helping him to cross but he turned around too quickly, making his way back to the side of the road and up on the grass.
So be it. Traffic resumed and I continued on my ride.
In time, I too reversed course, eventually approaching the reservoir from the opposite direction, on the opposite side of the street. Looking ahead, I noticed something along the shoulder, blocking most of my path.
My eyes are not great and the glasses I was wearing – though they look really cool – do absolutely nothing to help my vision. So, at first glance, I thought maybe someone had thrown a pillow out a car window.
I think you can see where this is going.
There he was on the side of the road. The same beautifully feathered body but just a fresh bloody knob at the neck. No head.
I was sick. Should I have stopped to help him cross before? Is there something I could have done? What happened? (Besides the obvious).
Whenever I am upset or disappointed by an experience, I try to learn something from it.
This is what I learned from the goose:
If God gives you wings, use them.
RIP Mr. Goose.
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