Mar 2
4 min read
The Worm the Bird Ate
Doing good is its own reward
A Better Place
On one of my daily morning walks, I saw a worm wriggling on a dusty sidewalk. It drew a spindly letter S on the grey, which stretched for what would have been miles from a worm’s point of view. From my perspective, it looked like it was struggling. I was about walk past it, but I had a change of heart.
