There was a man who took notice of sparrows. Those that fell to the ground with broken wings. He noticed them, gathered them, bound their wings, and protected them from predators that would have likely made quick work of these wounded creatures. With gentle hands, he wiped the bloodied birds, wrapped the broken bones, and fed them until they mended. Then he gave the confidence to fly again. And fly we did. Fly we do. Who will take his place? There are two answers. #1 Somebody else. #2 Me. And it is not arrogance that replies with the second answer. It is what we are called … Continue reading Who will take his place?Read More →