So let's get this out of the way first -- yes, I am related to people who raise chickens (and proud of it). One of those people recently had a chicken-related scare that got me thinking about how to view life's challenges.
It seems that Phyllis (the chicken) suddenly developed problems walking. Her owner was quite concerned that maybe Phyllis had been accidentally injured by the resident goat. (Yes, related to goat-raising people as well.) Anyway, Phyllis was stumbling about and there was concern that catastrophic injuries may have occurred.
But then the owner noticed that Phyllis' bangs had become a bit unruly. After a quick trim, Phyllis was as good as new. (No, I do not have video of the chicken bang-trimming episode and will lament that fact to the end of my days.)
So in this case, Phyllis had suffered no catastrophic injury; there was no tough end-of-life decision to be made. Phyllis just needed a friend to notice she wasn't seeing straight and to lend her a hand. And maybe that's what most of us need when we are stumbling about (whether actually or metaphorically): a friend who will notice our distress and who will help us determine if we have been injured by a goat or if we just need to have our bangs trimmed.
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