03-17-2011, 12:01 AM
"Once upon a time, an eagle’s egg was found by a farmer and mistaken
for a chicken egg. The egg was placed with the other eggs in the
incubator at the hen house.
Some weeks later that egg hatched. The baby eagle was raised as a
chicken with the other chicks. Along with his chicken peers, he was
taught to peck and scratch. He was made to scurry along the ground like
the other chickens. He was sternly warned against flying, because
chickens don’t really fly, they flutter and fall.
This eagle made a miserable chicken. He didn’t peck well. He hated
scurrying because he was always feeling clumsy and falling. He was
constantly hungry and irritable, because the chicken feed just couldn’t
seem to satisfy him. The other chickens found him disruptive and odd.
After years of struggling to be a normal chicken, this poor eagle’s
self esteem was pretty low. He hated himself. “Why am I so big, awkward
and different?” he often wondered, “Why can’t I be happy like all the
other chickens here?”
“Is this all there is to life?” he agonized, “Where’s the thrill? Where’s the flow?”
He began to do more and more disruptive things just to get a little
hit of excitement. He was starved for action and adventure – he
desperately craved in his heart that feeling of soaring – only he didn’t
even know what that was – so he tried to compensate by making his own
thrills around the chicken coop, causing drama and disturbances. Other
chickens called him selfish, disordered and a troublemaker. The poor
eagle took it all to heart, believed them and became depressed.
One day, high overhead the young eagle saw another eagle soaring in
the sky. It took his breath away. For a moment he felt a surge of
recognition. He felt something inside him stir. He felt more alive than
he had ever felt before.
In his excitement he told his family of chickens what he saw and how
he wanted to fly like that too. They scoffed at him. “Are you nuts?!”
“You’re dreaming.” “Get real. Chickens don’t fly.” “You are being
totally impractical.” “You can’t even cluck and scratch – and now you
think you can fly someday!?” the chickens chided. “When will you grow up
and join the pecking order of this chicken coop. Why can’t you be more
like your peers? What’s wrong with you?!”
The young eagle was shamed and disheartened. He felt hopeless and alone as he fell to sleep at night.
Days later, to his delight, he spotted the soaring bird and this time
it let out the cry of an eagle. The moment the young eagle raised by
chickens heard this cry something unexpected happened. His body lurched
uncontrollably – his entire being responded automatically to that
eagle’s majestic cry with a powerful eagle cry of his own. He was
astonished. “What just happened?!… Did that glorious sound come from me?
Chickens don’t make that sound! Only eagles do… Wait… Only eagles do!”
The young eagle, finally aware of what he truly was, for the first
time stretched out his wings and flew. Before he knew it he was soaring.
He was no longer imprisoned by the chicken coop, because he was no
longer imprisoned by the idea that he had to be a chicken. Nothing could
contain him anymore.
A chicken coop can only coop up chickens; it cannot stop an eagle from soaring – especially once they hear their call.
Have you heard your call?"
http://wayseernews.com/the-call/
for a chicken egg. The egg was placed with the other eggs in the
incubator at the hen house.
Some weeks later that egg hatched. The baby eagle was raised as a
chicken with the other chicks. Along with his chicken peers, he was
taught to peck and scratch. He was made to scurry along the ground like
the other chickens. He was sternly warned against flying, because
chickens don’t really fly, they flutter and fall.
This eagle made a miserable chicken. He didn’t peck well. He hated
scurrying because he was always feeling clumsy and falling. He was
constantly hungry and irritable, because the chicken feed just couldn’t
seem to satisfy him. The other chickens found him disruptive and odd.
After years of struggling to be a normal chicken, this poor eagle’s
self esteem was pretty low. He hated himself. “Why am I so big, awkward
and different?” he often wondered, “Why can’t I be happy like all the
other chickens here?”
“Is this all there is to life?” he agonized, “Where’s the thrill? Where’s the flow?”
He began to do more and more disruptive things just to get a little
hit of excitement. He was starved for action and adventure – he
desperately craved in his heart that feeling of soaring – only he didn’t
even know what that was – so he tried to compensate by making his own
thrills around the chicken coop, causing drama and disturbances. Other
chickens called him selfish, disordered and a troublemaker. The poor
eagle took it all to heart, believed them and became depressed.
One day, high overhead the young eagle saw another eagle soaring in
the sky. It took his breath away. For a moment he felt a surge of
recognition. He felt something inside him stir. He felt more alive than
he had ever felt before.
In his excitement he told his family of chickens what he saw and how
he wanted to fly like that too. They scoffed at him. “Are you nuts?!”
“You’re dreaming.” “Get real. Chickens don’t fly.” “You are being
totally impractical.” “You can’t even cluck and scratch – and now you
think you can fly someday!?” the chickens chided. “When will you grow up
and join the pecking order of this chicken coop. Why can’t you be more
like your peers? What’s wrong with you?!”
The young eagle was shamed and disheartened. He felt hopeless and alone as he fell to sleep at night.
Days later, to his delight, he spotted the soaring bird and this time
it let out the cry of an eagle. The moment the young eagle raised by
chickens heard this cry something unexpected happened. His body lurched
uncontrollably – his entire being responded automatically to that
eagle’s majestic cry with a powerful eagle cry of his own. He was
astonished. “What just happened?!… Did that glorious sound come from me?
Chickens don’t make that sound! Only eagles do… Wait… Only eagles do!”
The young eagle, finally aware of what he truly was, for the first
time stretched out his wings and flew. Before he knew it he was soaring.
He was no longer imprisoned by the chicken coop, because he was no
longer imprisoned by the idea that he had to be a chicken. Nothing could
contain him anymore.
A chicken coop can only coop up chickens; it cannot stop an eagle from soaring – especially once they hear their call.
Have you heard your call?"
http://wayseernews.com/the-call/