Everyone tells you not to help a hatching bird out of its shell.
Last night I disobeyed the cautionary instructions and helped my struggling duckling
. It had been 12 hrs with the same small hole. He was alive and chirping inside. The shell was hard and starting to dry out. I could see that he was going to die if I went to bed without acting. So contrary to all the analogies of struggling building strength and resiliency, I cracked and pulled off the shell and membrane from this little duck. And guess what, he’s alive and well. He would have died had I left him.
So it’s not true- you won’t kill a hatchling by helping him out.
Right now I’m indignant with God. I think we’ve been duped. How could he not help us out. How can He watch us struggle when it would be so easy to break that shell? It won’t kill us. It will make us feel loved, we might just survive. Because at this moment I think I’m too weak from the struggle to go on. I might just succumb to the shell as a tomb.
I’m not suicidal. Just tired. So f*ing tired of this struggle.
