So to make this clear let me tell you or share with you a story given me this past week. She’s here tonight. She said, “I had the garage door open all day and a mocking bird got in. That night the mocking bird is still in there, flying around and around and around and can’t get out. The door is wide open. At nine o’clock my husband and I went in, because he couldn’t sleep leaving this bird in there, batting its brains out. So we went in with our brooms and our chairs and our ladders, trying to chase this bird to the point where it could get out and escape. And it kept moving around in this circle, from rafter to rafter, from box to box. And I was so tired I said to my husband, ‘I can’t do this anymore, I’m too tired.’ He said, ‘No, the bird is just as tired as you are, and so lets keep on going because the bird is just as tired. And so, we will tire him out and he will fall and then we’ll catch him and he will escape.’ So we continued bringing our brooms and all these things, and finally the little bird knocked itself against the wall, knocked itself out. And my husband picked it up. Here was the little heart beating so loudly, you could almost see it coming through the flesh, eyes closed. But he picked it up and we took it out, he spoke to it, breathed upon it, patted its head, and then put it on top of a pole of the clothes line, with a hand under in the event that it should fall. It didn’t fall, it simply opened its eyes, it chirped a couple of times, and flew off into the tree.358 ¶11