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Decisions Are Like Birds
The city of Chicago was a congested place with many people travelling in different directions. Birds were perched across an electrical line. An American and a girl sat inside Harry’s Bar and American Grill. They were waiting for a phone call that would change everything.
“Decisions are like birds,” the girl said.
“How?” the man said.
“Look at those birds on the electrical line. Each one is waiting,” the girl said.
“What do you mean?” the man said.
A huge gust of wind flew across the street outside the grill. The girl simply glared outside the windows at the birds. A couple of them flew away because they could not handle the wind. People continued to scurry past each other trying to get to their destinations.
“I only want what is best for you,” the husband said.
“But everything can change,” the girl retorted. “Why can’t we continue the life we are living right now?”
“We simply can’t. Can’t you see how much we are struggling?” the husband replied.
“But I love you,” the wife said.
“I know you do, and I know that things will eventually get better because I trust you,” the husband replied.
The outside of the window continued to change. A lady had dropped all of her files as she crossed paths with another man. Nobody bothered to help and continued to mind their business. Every man was for himself. Another gust of wind blew, forcing more birds off of their resting position and into the air.
“Don’t you see the birds?” the wife replied. “They all want to come back to the same spot. However, the wind blows them in different directions. Who knows if they will ever end up back at the same place?”
“That won’t happen to us. I love you too much to let that happen,” the husband assured his wife.
“I can’t bear the thought of separating from you forever,” the wife slowly said.
The husband placed his hands around his wife’s. A tear moved slowly down the girl’s cheek. She looked back at the electrical line to see that there were only two more birds remaining. The two little birds supported each other with their wings. The traffic outside had come down to a minimum too. Everyone had made their decisions and had reached their destinations. The phone rang. Now, it was her turn. As she picked up the phone a thought came across her.
“Wait hold on,” she said.
She rushed out of the bar, only to see that the remaining two birds had been forced of the electrical line by the wind.