Storyteller for the Soul
<div style="background-color: transparent; border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "><font class="Apple-style-span" face="Arial"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times; white-space: normal; "><font class="Apple-style-span" face="Arial" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color: #241e20"><b>I used to be freaked out by bugs and flying creatures. Yet I remember the first time a butterfly landed on my eyelashes. I was 7 years old, and I was doing chores at the orphanage where my mother worked during the civil war in Nicaragua. Amidst old artillery and trash, a gold butterfly flapped its way toward my eyes, illuminating the sunshine through its wings and bringing me a new appreciation for “bugs.” It was a moment of metamorphosis, moving from fear to wonder about my environment. What a powerful indicator of how interconnected life really is, a reminder that Nature is Nurture.</b></p></span></font></div></span></font></div>