A Dove
You might be thinking of how doves are symbolic of peace, the Holy Ghost, or even Christ. You would be wrong. The reason doves are religious is because I was sent to Cyprus as a missionary because of one.
I was walking home late one dark afternoon (tell me where that line comes from WITHOUT googling it and I'll give you an ice cream sandwich) in mid January with my companion and we saw a dead pigeon in the gutter. As one might expect, I stopped to look at it.
And it blinked at me.
"AAAAGAGGAGGHHHH!" I said at the pigeon.
Then it blinked again. I realized it wasn't dead, it was just sitting in the gutter.
Also, it wasn't a pigeon. It was a dove. They have the same name in Greek, peristeri, and I knew that Lisa would get grossed out if I said pigeon instead of dove. Anyways, I felt bad leaving it there because it would probably get eaten by the packs of nasty dogs or another pigeon or something (Lisa knows what I am talking about- pigeons are gross and not to be trusted), so I picked it up and carried it in my coat until we got inside and I put it in a shoebox with some crumpled paper.
Then we called Elizabeth, one of our branch members, to aske her what to do. I don't remember why I called her, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. She came and picked it up and took it to her house.
We called later that day and she told us that it had felt better apparently and flew out the window. So that's cool.
I like to think this analogous to that story about St. Christopher who carried the boy on his back and then found out it was baby Jesus or something. I actually don't know the story. And I didn't look it up. Not even on Wikipedia. Isn't there some Christmas story too about letting in a little boy, and old man and an old woman who turns into a beautiful princess who is actually an angel or something like that? Probably it is true.
I think I'll sneak that one into a testimony next fast sunday.
Oh right... back to our story. So Elizabeth said it was probably just so cold it fell out of a tree into the gutter. And I saved its life. And then I got transferred from a cold, wet, hectic city to a dry, also cold but not so bad, remote island off the coast of Turkey and Syria.
Cyrpus really is a great place. They have these pastries made out of tahini and honey. Tahini might not sound really good in a sweet pastry, but I really liked it. Also, I liked that you could walk along the main street down by the coast and see old guys walking out of the water in flippers and a wetsuit with a string of squid on a spear. It was pretty awesome. it is also where I decided I like cuttlefish, which thing I never before supposed.
P.S. Pigeons are gross and kind of like cockroaches
I was walking home late one dark afternoon (tell me where that line comes from WITHOUT googling it and I'll give you an ice cream sandwich) in mid January with my companion and we saw a dead pigeon in the gutter. As one might expect, I stopped to look at it.
And it blinked at me.
"AAAAGAGGAGGHHHH!" I said at the pigeon.
Then it blinked again. I realized it wasn't dead, it was just sitting in the gutter.
Also, it wasn't a pigeon. It was a dove. They have the same name in Greek, peristeri, and I knew that Lisa would get grossed out if I said pigeon instead of dove. Anyways, I felt bad leaving it there because it would probably get eaten by the packs of nasty dogs or another pigeon or something (Lisa knows what I am talking about- pigeons are gross and not to be trusted), so I picked it up and carried it in my coat until we got inside and I put it in a shoebox with some crumpled paper.
Then we called Elizabeth, one of our branch members, to aske her what to do. I don't remember why I called her, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. She came and picked it up and took it to her house.
We called later that day and she told us that it had felt better apparently and flew out the window. So that's cool.
I like to think this analogous to that story about St. Christopher who carried the boy on his back and then found out it was baby Jesus or something. I actually don't know the story. And I didn't look it up. Not even on Wikipedia. Isn't there some Christmas story too about letting in a little boy, and old man and an old woman who turns into a beautiful princess who is actually an angel or something like that? Probably it is true.
I think I'll sneak that one into a testimony next fast sunday.
Oh right... back to our story. So Elizabeth said it was probably just so cold it fell out of a tree into the gutter. And I saved its life. And then I got transferred from a cold, wet, hectic city to a dry, also cold but not so bad, remote island off the coast of Turkey and Syria.
Cyrpus really is a great place. They have these pastries made out of tahini and honey. Tahini might not sound really good in a sweet pastry, but I really liked it. Also, I liked that you could walk along the main street down by the coast and see old guys walking out of the water in flippers and a wetsuit with a string of squid on a spear. It was pretty awesome. it is also where I decided I like cuttlefish, which thing I never before supposed.
P.S. Pigeons are gross and kind of like cockroaches
1 comment:
I have a couple of things to say about this posting.
1. Thanks for the shout out. Yes, it is gross.
2. Of course it was sitting in the gutter. That's where it belongs.
3. I think the story you are thinking of is Beauty and the Beast. Except it is the beast that turns into a human after he realizes he's bitter at the world. Maybe he should have been a pigeon.
4. I like this quote from that article: "Someone who would do this to an animal is a short step away from doing this to a human being." Really?
Love, Lisa
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