Some years ago I had a little duck that was still very young and so was yellow with its baby fuzz and not yet turned white as it would when full grown. It was injured one day, I cannot remember just how, but it was a serious injury. So, I took it into the house and put it in a cardboard box with hay and food and water. I put a lamp over the box to keep it warm, and went to bed knowing I had done all I could do to help it. When I awake the next morning I went directly into the room where I left the box with the duck in it to see how it was. When I peered into the box the little duck looked fine and I felt good that it had made it through the night. I started fixing breakfast for my husband and it was only about a minute before he came into the room and asked me how the duck was. I told him it looked alright. He went directly to the box to look in on the duck and told me the duck was dead. I could not believe it as I had just looked at the duck, not more than a minute before, and so I rushed to the box to see. There in the box was the lifeless body of the duck but not only was it dead but the body was stiff from being dead for some time. I could not figure it out and never have to this day. And the story for Ginger....... This is a story of humans and animals, and heaven, and earth, and kindness and love. There was a beautiful lady with sunny hair and stormy eyes who had a special love for animals. Animals sensed her love for them and gave her their trust and loyalty and love in return. One day a little yellow duck who was badly hurt came into her care. The duck was frightened and in pain. The duck felt strength and comfort flow into it from the touch of the ladys hands as she lifted and sheltered it. It felt warmth from the glowing lamp the lady provided and safety within the box where she placed it. Most of all the injured little duck felt loved. Love is the greatest gift of all. Love begets love, and sometimes love can create miracles. As the night passed away hour by hour the little yellow duck rested in the warmth and safety of the box while the kind lady slept in her bed. The ducks fears and panic were banished by the ladys loving touch. The pain of its injuries drifted away and the Presence surrounded it. Peace filled the ducks being as it realized it was being called back into the Oneness. The little duck was happy to be going home, but before it left it has a gift to give.The little duck wanted to thank the beautiful lady who had cared for it. It wanted to tell her goodbye. Next morning as the lady awakened her first thoughts were of concern for the little yellow duck. She hurried to the box and looked in. The duck had died during the night and most who might have looked would have seen only a stiffened body. But, at special times, for special reasons, some can see beyond the earthly shell to the greater reality of spirit. The little ducks spirit had lingered through the night to tell the kind lady thank you and good bye. As the lady looked into the box she did not see the cold, stiff, dead body of earthly substance. For her the little ducks spirit poured out a vision of life and love and hope and healing. In that moment she received the gift of true Vision. Later, others tried to tell her to acknowledge only what they could see, the dead, cold, stiff body of the duck. She did not argue with those of lesser vision who could see only the one reality. She held her private vision within the silence of her heart as she put the lifeless body of the duck to rest. To some it is given to see. The beautiful lady with the sunny hair and stormy eyes and a loving heart has seen. To some it is given to know. Someday she will know.