Hello, I have a story to tell you from my childhood. When I was at primary school in the countryside at about the age of seven we had a sports day, we had sports day every summer but this particular one has stayed with me. The 60 meter dash was always one of my favorites and today was no exception, I stood on the starting line and saw that I really had only two people to think about beating as the rest were slow, small and in one particular case, 'The fat kid' (we can all be cruel when we are young, so think me a swine if you're perfect), the race began and I noticed the fat kid had tripped over on the line and I was doing well, and within what seemed like no time at all I had won the race and everyone else was enjoying the fact that they'd not suffered the same fate as the fat kid, it was at this point that I noticed the head master who had gone over to him. They were both sat smiling and looking toward the trees. A few minutes later when the head master came to the finish line with the kid that fell and told us about the Woodpecker and the fledgelings they had just seen in the trees and the baby birds trying to fly. The fat kid flew that day...the rest of us fell. Had we not been rushing to get to the finish line we would have seen that beautiful sight, we missed it while standing at the finish line laughing. The fat kid was the one who really stood at the finish line...the rest of us fell. Take from this what you will, I don't have any regrets, all things teach, but were I put back there now, I would have stopped and gone back to sit with the fat kid that tripped at the start and flew, while the rest of had to wait years for our wings.