A couple of days ago I saw a horsefly struggling in a spiderweb in the garage window. One wing was caught. I stole him from the web and gently pulled the web from his wing. To me there is no scale to suffering. On hot summer days I find myself saving any bug that falls into the pool. I stop for turtles and help them across the road. Thinking about scale I have always realized that to an ant struggling in the deep water of the swimming pool his life is just as important to him as my life is to me. How sad to die while people are splashing about and laughing.
As a middle school teacher I am also aware that while the upsets of twelve and thirteen year olds may seem trivial they are not. They are HUGE to them and completely relative to their experiences in the time that they have spent on this earth. I know that pain, struggle and the love of life know no scale.
Sadly, my meddling didn't help the horsefly or the spider
(it's wing was damaged from the web)
So here it is a painting of a horsefly that wanted to live. He is worthy of a portrait just as Kings, Queens and Presidents are.
Thank you tiny red for a thought provoking weekword. I am looking forward to seeing everyone's interpretations.