Today I saw a lizard in my kitchen sink. It had fallen into the sink and was unable to climb out. It kept trying to climb up but couldn't get traction and fell back into the sink.
I felt bad for the fellow. So I put a broom in the sink and hoped the lizard would climb on it and out. Well the lizard did climb on it and was then halfway across the broom. I was egging him on to cross over the sink on to safety beyond. Reflected
If you ask me why I think it was a male, the answer is simple. He was trying to solve his problem and not expecting the world to solve her problem.
Inexplicably, the lizard stood in the middle over the sink, but not across it completely, and then fell back inside the sink.
I reflected. How many times have I seen others on trouble and when I have tried to help them they, as the lizard, unable to get across their problem but fall back into their "sink". How many times have I fallen into my sink when friends tried to help me.
It's so easy to feel sympathy for a lizard and think how stupid it is that it's not able to use our help. How often to we see ourselves as the same lizard?
Incidentally after a few minutes, he did successfully use the broom and get over to safety.
Moral of the story:
Not everyone with a broom is a witch.
