Yesterday I saved a grasshopper in the pool. It could not
push its legs against the water to fly, so I scooped it out with my hat and
placed it on the rough concrete. While I
did my laps, I watched it drying out, moving its wings and flicking its
antennae. It took more than a half hour
and I was toweling myself when it moved, one leg at a time across the cement
and then pushed. Like me sometimes,
struggling to exercise my stiff joints, there was little grace in its
movement. But move it did and then
sprang to a shady bush. I would like to
be that grasshopper, saved by grace and given another chance to live in the
summer sun.
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