Once upon a time a man went to attend to nature’s call one fine morning and with preoccupied thoughts in his head for the day to come, on the things he needs to accomplish that day, he jumped straight to the loo. As he was about to, he saw something long and reptilian this pot.
“What’s this we have here?” He said. There was a lizard down in the pot and to his fancy, he couldn’t understand how did it struggle to get over there.
“What could possibly be more interesting down there to this lizard than the world outside?” He thought.
His patience was at its end. He just wanted to get with it. So he tried alerting the lizard by flushing little by little so that it could get out. Unfortunately as he found out, the lizards intelligence wasn’t helping the creature jump out of the pot.
He said to himself “Well let us just try the other bathroom”
Unfortunately again, the gods wanted him to attend to that particular toilet itself. The key to the other bathroom , which was usually locked, was no where to be found and very little time to spare.
Taking a deep breath he had to hold to the nature’s call and think!
“What a ridiculous task to do early morning!” He grudgingly said to himself.
Looking at the lizard struggle, he could not just flush it down. “That would be murder!” He said. He also couldn’t wait any longer.
Now he devised a plan. He pulled out a drawer beneath the wardrobe and pulled an aluminum pipe, an arms length long.
He tried couple of times before failing to pull the lizard out since it just wouldn’t cooperate! “Ah these bimbos!” He was infuriated.
He thought again for a better solution. It struck to him, he would have to close the mouth of the hole of that pipe at one end so the lizard wouldn’t sneak inside or whatever was causing it to twitch by the round edge of the pipe and instead climb upon the now pressed sheet of metal. But then again, it wasn’t helpful enough. He would need something wide and flat, like a paper so that he wouldn’t have to slip his hands and do a plumbers task out of his daily morning routine to save the day.
He looked around for something like a rubber band and finally settled for a string of nylon that was somewhere on his dressing table. He tied the paper he found, wrapped one edge around the flat sheet of the metal end, tied with the string and now its done.
Also done, was his lack of determination and procrastination to do what’s necessary: The will to be persistent and pursue his task to the end.
Once more our brave soldier tried to help out the nasty little cute thing with its velvety soft head over that little skull and alert eyes.
The whole act was transforming him to save rather than hurriedly flush away someones life and bringing out the caring fatherly nature of a man. That morning started by saving the life of another creature.
And he felt divine. Whatever the gods purpose was behind this, purported through this scheme taking place in a..well pothole, had seen the light of the day. It felt much better, lighter in heart to have done something for someone, god’s own child.
The opening of the heart fills one with such sensitivity towards nature’s children and makes one more benign.
Buddha'$ Eye 
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