A hummingbird once decided to make her nest on a brach just outside my office window. Days, weeks, months passed as I anxiously waited for baby hummingbirds to appear. But it was not to be, she moved on.
Her nest serves as a reminder to me that we're here on this earth for just a season. It may be a long season, it may be a short one, but it's the quality, not the quantity, that matters--it's the profound lasting impression one leaves upon others that counts. Today I celebrate John Finn, who turns 72. For his positive influence, I am truly grateful.
aw how sad. no babies. But I like your message, very beautiful . . .
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