Quite an amazing coincidence. Just last evening, as I was driving home listening to the radio, I heard a quote which struck a chord with me:
“What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly.”
— Richard Bach
Then I saw this blog post and just had to share it with you all.
I‘ll never forget one of my grandmother’s favorite stories–one she would often tell us grandkids when we were small. We’d usually be in the park or her rather overgrown backyard when she’d spy a wooly caterpillar on a bush or a butterfly flitting by.
“Oh,” she’d exclaim excitedly,”look at that! How beautiful!” Then she’d laugh to herself and say to us, “That reminds me of one of my favorite little stories.”
As we’d gather around to watch the little creature going about its business, she would begin.
“Once upon a time, there was a little caterpillar. Every day, he’d wake up, creep out from under the shelter of his little home among the rosebuds, and begin munching away at the leaves. Soon he’d be joined by several other caterpillars and they’d all enjoy each other’s company as they ate. Weeks went…
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