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In the upper midwestern United States, in the dead of winter, an extreme blizzard roared through one February. This was a blizzard unlike any other. The temperature plunged to -60 degrees.
A farmer was taking refuge in his home just after sundown when he heard "thump...thump...thump" against the window over his kitchen sink. He investigated, and found that little birds were hitting the window pane as they desperately tried to get into the lighted kitchen where there was warmth.
The farmer knew that these poor birds would die in the terrible sub-freezing weather if they could not find shelter. So, he bundled up heavily and went outside to see if he could guide them to safety.
He opened the barn door and turned on the lights. But try as he did, he could not attract the birds to the safety of the barn. Perhaps the birds were afraid to enter the barn, or perhaps they were afraid of him.
Discouraged, the farmer returned to his little farmhouse. As he removed his heavy clothing, the thought came to him that he wished he could become one of the little birds---even if just for a little while. In that way, he could earn their trust and lead them to the barn where they would be saved.