In many ways, people are like a possums. We can look mean, when we are afraid. We play dead, to get out of trouble. However, with the right love and training we can be friendly too. We all like to be petted and feel loved. We all will fight, when back into a corner. To some we are ugly and to others, well they can just see pass our faults and go right for our smiles. We can learn a lot from animals. They do not argue or analyze each other. They do not compare themselves with others or try to keep up with the Jones. They do not use words so they cannot be cruel or indifferent. They do not treat other possums as badly as people can treat other people, for from your mouth speaks the words of your heart. They nurture their young with an instinct for life. The part of that life shapes and changes the world from the inside out. Passion to save all kinds of life is giving birth to the right to “be”. To observe oneself in a mirror without shame for were once a seed. One possum cannot change the world but the world can change one possum. His name was Scooter; his mom was killer by a car, there on the side of the road with seven babies in her pouch. Found by someone who had heart, took them home for safekeeping but out of the seven, six found their way out of a cage leaving Scooter who was the smallest of them all. He grows as a pet, used a litter box, and sat on your lap. Loved to be petted and smiled with all the teeth. Never aggressive, hang on your finger upside down. There came a time when Scooter could no longer spend time in his caged bedroom, for he had outgrown it. It was not easy to let him go but he had to learn on his own and he had 65 acres of land to give it a shot. Moral of this story is not everything that seems mean is, not everything meant to die does. And sometimes the smallest efforts for what man think is the less of these can be one of God greatest creations, from the inside out.
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