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One day while flying with in a flock, a single sparrow lost his way and was seperated from the others. Being lost and alone he flew and flew trying to catch his friends but instead flew into a cold spell and his wings froze. Unable to fly the poor little sparrow plummeted to the ground and landed in a farmers field, alone and freezing to death the sparrow accepted his fate and lay there preparing himself for death. Just then a cow happened past and dropped a cowpat directly on the sparrow. The warmth from the cowpat defrosted the sparrows wings leaving the sparrow so happy he started to cheep and chirp ready to start flying again. Just then a cat happened by and on hearing the cheeping and chipping went to investigate. He soon happened upon this cowpat and being curious decided to dig, after a whike he cane across the sparrow and ate it? Moral of this story? Not everyone who craps on you will necessarily be your enemy and not everyone who digs you out the crap will necessarily be your friend.
I have no idea why I have wrote this only that I sometimes find it(although painful) better for me to suffer in silence. It is not the best solution for everyone and I by no means advise others to do the same, I know myself that a problem shared is a problem halved this is just my own coping mechanism and is not advice for others.
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