Why?

Occasionally we find an injured or baby bird in the back yard. I give it food and water and try to make it as comfortable as possible until I can take it to a vet clinic that accepts wild animals. Once I've dropped the little guy off, I decide to believe that he will get better. Broken bones will be healed, and babies will grow to a full healthy adulthood, with the ultimate release into the wild. A little unrealistic, maybe but a healthy denial for me. A couple of weeks after one such incident, while driving through my neighborhood on my way to the store, I noticed a bird hopping around on the street and sidewalk. It was conspicuous by its not flying. This bothered me, but I made myself not stop to chase it around, catch and "fix" this apparently wounded bird; knowing full well that its life was in danger, if not imminently, at least eventually. I know that this is the normal and natural way of things, the circle of life, and all that, but still the awareness of this little creature's situation brought tears to my eyes. "God, why did you make me this way? Why did you make me to care about these little creatures so much?" It seemed to me that I would be better off if I wouldn't notice, much less care about the life and times of a robin.

"Well," I heard Him reply, "I made you like me."