Every spring about this time, one of the miracles of nature is visible in the skies, and we should learn something from it.
As flock after flock of birds migrates north, there is the unmistakable vision of a V-formation that looks something like a B-52 without a fuselage.
The Rev. Woody Slade, who has pastored churches in both Rochester and Flora, has referred to this phenomenon over the years as something truly remarkable. It’s remarkable because when the bird leading the flock tires and can’t keep up the pace, that bird drops back and another bird takes the lead so the formation can stay on track.
If only it were that easy with people. If only one person could retire one day and a fresh person could take the job the next day fully trained and full of fresh ideas. If only for every great world leader we lost, another was born to take his or her place that same day.
On a smaller scale, it can work that way. It does every year on the second Saturday in May thanks to something we take for granted six days a week: They bring our mail to our doorstep or mailbox.
The annual letter carriers food drive in Logansport and other communities is truly one of the marvels of genuine volunteers with huge hearts. They donate canned goods for something other than a tax write-off for themselves. They do it to help their neighbors across town, around the corner or maybe even next door.
They’re not doing it for recognition. So why do it at all?
I’d hazard a guess that it’s because there are still people who grew up during the Depression and learned to appreciate every meal down to the last bread crumb and sip. I have to think there are people who know what it means to live on a budget, and how hard that it is when the debts exceed income, or when a parent has abandoned another parent with a child.