I walked around to the side of a puddle along the path covered by water and mud. I was suddenly attacked! Yet I did 1 , for it was so unpredictable. I stepped back and my attacker 2 attacking me. Instead, he flied in the air with its graceful wings in front of me. If I had been hurt, I wouldn't have found it amusing but I was unhurt, it was 3 and I was laughing. After all, I was being attacked by a butterfly!
I took a step forward, and my attacker rushed me again. He pushed and 4 me in the chest with his head and body over and over again with all his might. It's just not everyday that one is 5 by a butterfly, so I stopped to find out the 6 . My attacker moved back as well to 7 on the ground. That's when I discovered why my attacker was 8 me only moments earlier. His mate beside the puddle where he landed was dying.
Sitting close beside her, he opened and closed his wings as if to fan her. I could only admire the love and courage of that butterfly in his 9 for his mate, even though she was 10 dying and obviously I was so large. He did so just to give her those extra few 11 moments of life. Now I knew why and what he was 12 . I couldn't do anything other than reward him by changing my 13 to the more difficult side of the puddle. He had truly 14 those moments to be with her, undisturbed. I cleaned the mud from my boots and left.
Since then, I've always tried to remember the courage of that butterfly 15 I see huge barriers facing me. I always use it as an inspiration to remind myself that good things are worth striving for.
