serendipity

Sometimes I feel like Geronimo - not the warrior, the beaver.
You know, the one Idaho Fish & Game kept dropping out of planes in the late 1940s to test whether wooden boxes (with air holes!) and surplus WWII parachutes could safely deliver beavers into the wilderness.

Geronimo went through multiple test flights, packed neatly in his little hinged crate, parachuting down again and again until they perfected a system that popped open on impact so he could waddle off like nothing happened.

That beaver was a pioneer.
A fuzzy little crash-test dummy with dreams of freedom.
Some days, I too am just along for the ride — strapped to a decades-old parachute, hoping the box opens when I hit the ground.

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