A little boy was walking through a field one day. He saw the sun reflect off something that was white, lying in the tall grass. Pushing the grass aside, he discovered it was an egg. Since it was larger than the chicken eggs back in the barn, he assumed it must have come from a very large chicken. He took it back to the chicken coop, lifted the largest mother hen, and carefully placed the egg next to the others on which she was sitting.
After some time had passed, all the eggs began to crack open. Several baby chicks poked their little heads out of their eggs. Then the larger egg cracked open, but it was not a chick at all. Out popped the head of a baby eaglet!
The eaglet looked around with curiosity at the world into which he had been born. After a short time, he noticed that his stomach hurt and felt empty. He looked around and saw that the way the others around him alleviated this stomach pain was to pick around in the dirt and gravel until they found enough food to fill their stomachs. He noticed they communicated with each other by saying 'bwaaak bwak bwak bwak" and that they had wings like he did. The chicks would fly two feet off the ground and land seven feet across the chicken yard. The baby eaglet thought to himself, Well - I guess that's better than walking... But each day, as he had his face in the dirt looking for food, as he learned to talk like a chicken, and as he used his powerful wings to fly only seven feet across the yard, dropping to the ground before hitting the fence, he thought, This just doesn't feel right. Something inside of him was telling him there must be more to life than this. But every time he would get frustrated and begin to dream about something greater, he would look around at the chickens and think, No, this is reality. I had better settle down and accept life for what it is and forget about these crazy dreams.
In the meantime, the baby eaglet's mother had been searching the countryside looking for her missing baby. One day she flew over the chickenyard and spotted the baby eaglet. She let out a sharp yell. As the powerful screech hit the chickenyard, all of the chickens looked up and saw the eagle and scoffing, made comments that if they tried to fly that high, they would fall and break their necks.
The baby eaglet, however, looked up at its beautiful mother and thought Yes! I knew I wasn't born to bury my face in the dirt in search of food, or to talk this strange talk, or use these powerful wings in a way that feels so limited - I was born to soar!
And with a few flaps of his wings, he was up in the sky soaring with his own kind...
This story is only slightly altered by me, and is at the very end of a short but powerful book by Larry DiAngi called The Resilient Power of Purpose.
I was already moved by the book but after I read this story, I sobbed
"Please help me find my people. Please let me speak my language".
Pimp My Attitude
This is where I think out loud as I transform my appearance, thought processes and most of all, attitude - no matter how unpretty.