A Warm, Fuzzy Story to share

....edited for accuracy by Brad....
Sunday always finds Brad leaving about 30-40 minutes early to go to church so that he can prepare for his SS Lesson AND of course, to save our row. Today, he became a ‘geese herder’. As he walked into the church parking lot, Brad saw a geese family (meaning the mom, pop – 2-3 feet tall and 6 little ones - still with bright yellow feathers – no more than six inches tall) out for a family stroll that had taken them to the north parking lot of the church. He went inside and put his materials in his classroom and recruited a few young men to help get the geese to safety. Please get a mental picture of this: This group of good-doers went outside and by now, the little family had wondered to the northeastern most part of the parking lot…a sure sign that they were lost! Within the next 30 minutes the parking lot would be full of cars and people. So, with arms stretched wide, Brad herded the geese out of the back corner, and then these men and young men, in their white shirts, ties and suits, “herded” the geese to the main street, Guadalupe. The little ducklings had to try a couple of times to jump high enough to get up and over a few curbs. And, one of the little ones kept getting stepped on by the parent in the rear. Each time, he got up and quickly caught up with his siblings. The front parent kept dipping her head up and down. While the back parent (probably the dad), kept his beak open and kept hissing at Brad, especially if he got too close. They kept their little family between them at all times. At Guadalupe, Brad and another adult leader stopped traffic while the geese family crossed all five lanes to the sanctuary of the Riparian on the other side of the street. When the geese family headed into the first lake, the geeppards (geese sheppards) headed back to the church. What a wonderful good deed for a Sabbath day! Who said that a tough attorney couldn’t have a soft heart!??