My
grandfather taught me some of the most important things I have ever
learned. People always told me they weren’t important. When I
saved their a**es, they realized how important those things really
were.
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Little cowboy boots dangled off the swing, I looked towards my
grandfather as he pushed us slowly back and forth. His signature
shotgun by his side. He looked over towards the left, where his
pigeon coop was, the blue-grey paint starting to peal off. With a
grunt he got up, he took my hand and lead me towards the coop. The
door squeaked, as he closed it behind us, everything went black. My
little heart started to race. A rough hand, covered in calluses and
wrinkles, was placed on my shoulder. I watched as the other hand
slowly pulled the metal chain, turning the light on. He led me over
towards the bucket of feed.
“Fill that coffee can full of seed,” His voice deep and
scruffy, somehow still heartwarming. I did as I was told, when I
was done I looked up at him. Little red curls bouncing all about.
He motioned me towards a new door, I watched as he unlatched it,
rust started to flake off. Slowly it opened, with a high pitched
squeak, the hinges clearly needing to be oiled. I peaked in, my
heart stopped, I backed up until I ran into the wall. Panicking I
looked around. His deep blue eyes looked at me, he knew, it was
obvious, there was no use trying to hide my fear of birds from
him.
“Come here my little Honey Bee,” his large hand
stretched out for mine, I took it. “They won’t hurt
you, they’re more afraid of you then you are of them.”
He took the coffee can and fed the birds. The large hands motioned
for me to go over to him, I did as directed. My heart thumping,
hands sweaty, I was in the middle of my biggest nightmare. As I
approached him, he reached into a cubby where a nest had been made,
slowly, he pulled out a baby bird. The comforting voice told me to
cup my little hands together, when I did, the fuzzy little pigeon
was placed in my palms. Our tiny hearts beating in sync, I started
to relax, realizing what my grandfather had said was right. We both
were scared. When my heart came to a slow steady pace, so did that
small ball of fuzz. Across the mans face was a comforting
smile.
. authors note
. --So, there were a handful of you who were
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