If I hadn't seen it struggle, I would have never known how hard it was to take to the air for the Little Blue Heron. If I hadn't continued to watch, I wouldn't have seen everything suddenly turn beautiful.
The Little Blue Heron was amazing to watch fly. Even when things got difficult, he never gave up- a few more strokes and he knew he'd be soaring. That's just what happened.
It is easy to see someone flying and think "They have it so easy." It's easy to look at our struggles and think "I'll never claw my way out of this mess, this trouble." You never know what they went through, only to finally have their moment to ride the wind.
This winter, when I see the storm clouds, I'll remember the Little Blue Heron.