One sunny day with a wonderful atmosphere in the spring, in midst of the high mountains, female hawk laid three eggs. Days passed, the eggs were hatched, and three beautiful little hawks appeared. Time passes, and the young hawks are growing up, they're learning to fly, hunt and search for food. Only one young hawk was different from his brothers, his wing was too small and growing slowly so he couldn't fly. Days pass, and grief begins to reach his heart, feeling weak and weak, everyone around him are flying, collecting their food, going out with their mother to hunt, and he is sitting in his nest, barely able to walk. He sees his brothers starting to rely on themselves and he's still waiting for his food from what others hunt for. He hates pity looks in their eyes. He doesn't like to receive compassion from others. The hero of our story is Memmo. Memmo was highly willing and wouldn't give up. Everyday he tries to fly with his brothers, but he fail. He doesn't want to stay dependent on others and he decides that he's only gonna eat what he's hunting, but how? he has Learned to walk, then run, and he got two strong feet. He shall run at a high speed, he shall jump, and he shall find himself falling down on earth in pain. Then what? How can he hunt the prey that his brothers sometimes miss when they can fly lightly and freely? Until the turning point in his life came. After his fall in one of his attempts to fly, he realized that he has stronger claws than all his peers, and more controlling after he had used them to climb. He became an expert on the ground and below the mountains, he had his own way of making traps and ambushes of his prey. He was a different hawk, and he became a strategist. He could have collected many prey with one hunt thanks to the ambushes he made. He became admired among all his peers, and they looked at him with all due respect. His wing had grown to near completion and would finally be able to fly. Until this horrible day came. Everybody woke up in the dark morning like the night doesn't want to leave. The clouds obscure the sight of everything, and thunder silences the ears. The floods are sinking and the wind is pulling everything out of place. Flying has become impossible for everyone. the little hawks are starving, and no one can bring them food. There was no savior but our hero, but how? storm that lasted nearly a month has made all the animals in its hideout not come out. Even if he makes the traps, he won't find any prey. but Memmo used the power of his claws and his experience in what is under the mountains to hunt prey out of its hideout, he was able to gather food and save everyone at this difficult time. After the storm has ended, Memo became an extraordinary hawk. His wings had been grown completely and he is able to fly freely. His claws didn't miss his hunts because of its great power. Also his ability to plan and make ambushes made him win any battle and defend against other wounded birds. He became the king of the hawks! So i want to say What if he surrenders to his fate and only waits for his wing to grow like the others? What if he blames the circumstances that made him a different hawk than everyone else? Was he gonna be alive? Was he gonna find food for him and his peers or were they gonna starve? We're all Memo, each one of us at a time of his life hasn't even come out yet to magnificent and the world didn't see what he is gonna do. Maybe everyone flew away except you. But circumstances may give you the chance to launch late, but extraordinary, preempting all those who went before you. Time has never passed, and circumstances aren't against you, but it wants you to be different, to be exceptional. Be special.