Too Little or Too big?

Rain drops made a sweet noise as they dropped into the small puddles of water on the concrete. Water just began to form streams and flow to the nearby drain. It was raining and I hurried holding the umbrella against the wind and trying to protect my clothes. I needed to get to the place on time and was already delayed. There were only a few people in sight except for the odd couple who walked holding each others hands, enjoying the rain. Something fluttered beside the path. I turned and found an injured bird...its wing was broken and flapped its wet feathers in a futile attempt to fly. I stopped and looked at the bird. It vainly tried to fly away from me as I held it and brought to the the warm comfort of my home. Did not know what it would eat and tried feeding it all kinds of things from grains to insects. In the end, it had to be force fed a solution of glucose and a few medicines. Two days later, as I opened the window it flew out into the freedom of warm sunshine outside. It circled my house once before disappearing in the woods. I somehow think its the same bird that sings its best song on my window of the first morning of every spring. And reminds me that what is little for one could sometimes mean a lot for others and to never stop helping.
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[Remark:As you can guess, its a mixture of fact and fiction :)]