Over four decades ago I was on the verge of flunking out of medical school. One bright blue day I left the administrative building of the University of Texas Medical Branch in Galveston worrying about my miserable grades.
Morosely trying to decide what to do with my woebegone life I suddenly felt and heard a wet plop on my head. Looking up I realized that a pigeon had left me a message: “Stop that steadily depressing, low down, mind messing, working-at-the-car-wash blues.”
The pigeon’s intervention became a turning point. I stopped worrying and started studying. The improved attitude turned my grades and my career around.
Feeling miserable? Find some pigeons. Maybe you’ll get a transforming message.
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Anonymous
21 Sep 2013What a form for a message from on high! Sometimes a burning bush, sometimes a bird dropping aimed just right. I'm glad you got the message. I aspire also to be open to those kinds of messages, delivered every day, offering a new window on the world.
Bill H
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