Bird down!

Today something awful happened. I was minding my own business in the kitchen doing various things on the computer when a baby bird flew right into our sliding glass door! First of all it scared the CRAP out of me! The small bird was laying helpless on its side gasping for air. I immediately started crying (I am such a sucker) and was trying to figure out ways to help it. My roommates were concerned for the sobbing that likely was about to occur, and forced me into the living room.
I went back about ten minutes later and this sweet little guy (we are going to now refer to it as a him) had gotten himself onto his feet! At this point his eyes were closed and his little beak was wide open. My roommates were about to put a shovel to its head (bastards!) To end the suffering, but I made them wait. I knew he was strong and if after hitting a window at a fast rate of speed and then bringing itself to its feet...I knew he could do it.

The little guy sat there for quite sometime. I did start to worry because he kept closing his eyes and he was really breathing heavy. I finally walked outside and talked to the bird. (Yes, I do talk to animals...I can't help but think they are understanding me). Jason came outside and told me to go inside, that he was going to put it out of his misery. I yelled NO! And in that moment the bird started walking and flew over to the fence.

My story about my bird friend is probably quite corny, but I don't care. My god, if that little guy could have the courage to not just lay there and die, then I certainly can do the same.
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