Celebrating my potentially fatal stupidity

Yes,

Yesterday a hawk flew into a second story window and landed just a meter or two from where I was standing. Always having been in awe of those winged predators I decided I would make my first intimate friendship with a hawk (one who had just broken its neck). I guess it didn't matter to me that the hawk couldn't necessarily decide not to be my friend; I just figured at least it has a friend in some of its loneliest minutes. The truth probably was that I just made the stunned bird even more frightened in its first moments as a quadriplegic. Or maybe the shock took away the hawk's consciousness. Well, I was close to that hawk for some moments as it lay in my hand. I even decided to take the hawk in my car, in the passengers seat, which was probably its first time being driven around. I wanted to show my new friend to the guys and gals at work.

Later in the day my mom pointed out to me that maybe making my new friend in such a hands-on way was a bad idea; maybe the influenza that's going around in these parts had something to do with the bird's lethal mistake (flying into window). So I washed my hands and then the next day (today) we brought my day-old friend (who had subsequently been resting (dead) in the garden) to the town authorities so that it could be properly checked up by some doctors. Phew, I feel a little better now.

Well moving to Japan as a fresh 22 year old sure has been somewhat of a rude awakening. Let's face it, I had and still have a lot to learn and being in a foreign country where I can't really communicate with most people makes it all happen faster and harder. So I guess I am taking some solace in the celebration of my own folly. It's better to take some really stupid things you do/did and laugh about them than to wimper and drag your tail on the ground in misery and guilt. I shall perhaps learn from my mistakes either way.

So I'll let you know if there is an outbreak in this small town. Yesterday could have been the beginning of the end. I guess it'll find some way of working itself out.

And maybe I knew that it was stupid to hold the bird in my hands even when I first picked it up. But I guess that, like that little girl in Vietnam with her pet duck, I just wanted to make the avian-primate relationship count, especially in the hard times that the hawk was going through.