The Story of the butterfly
"A man found a cocoon of a butterfly.
One day a small opening appeared.
He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours
as it struggled to squeeze its body through the tiny hole.
Then it stopped, as if it couldn't go further.
So the man decided to help the butterfly.
He took a pair of scissors and
snipped off the remaining bits of cocoon.
The butterfly emerged easily but
it had a swollen body and shriveled wings.
The man continued to watch it,
expecting that any minute the wings would enlarge
and expand enough to support the body,
Neither happened!
In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life
crawling around.
It was never able to fly.
What the man in his kindness
and haste did not understand:
The restricting cocoon and the struggle
required by the butterfly to get through the opening
was a way of forcing the fluid from the body
into the wings so that it would be ready
for flight once that was achieved.
Sometimes struggles are exactly
what we need in our lives.
Going through life with no obstacles would cripple us.
We will not be as strong as we could have been
and we would never fly".
I'm moving into a house in June (Yippie!
), and I was up going through old stuff (keeping some things and throwing some away). I ran across this little story my mom sent me in the mail during my second year in vet school, which was my most difficult year. I thought I was going to die that year. She always sent me things to get me through the tough times. That, along with prayer really helped me make it.
--just thought it would be something nice to share, and I thought this was the perfect thread to post it in.
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