Welcome.
Thank you for joining me for this short story named The Hummingbird That Never Gave Up.
It's a story about strength,
Not the kind that never stops,
But the kind that knows how to keep going and how to rest.
Let your breath slow and let this story speak to the part of you that still believes in the beauty of the journey.
The Hummingbird That Never Gave Up The hummingbird was small,
So small that the wind could toss it like a fallen leaf,
But it did not fear the wind.
Every morning,
While the world was still stretching awake,
The hummingbird would rise with the sun.
Its wings would flutter,
A blur of motion,
Delicate but purposeful,
And it would set out in search of sweetness.
Some days the flowers were plentiful,
Their nectar rich and overflowing.
Other days the wind howled,
The skies darkened and the blooms hid behind heavy rains.
But the hummingbird did not stop entirely.
It paused,
Hovered,
Waited,
And when the storm softened,
It moved again.
Not with urgency,
But with quiet determination.
The little hummingbird moved forward even when the journey was hard,
Even when the air was thick with storms,
Even when its little wings ached from the rhythm of rising.
One afternoon as it hovered beside an ancient tree,
An old owl peered down at it with wise,
Tired eyes.
Little one,
The owl hooted,
Why do you never rest?
The hummingbird hovered,
Its wings stilling just slightly in the hush.
Because there is still sweetness to find,
Still moments of joy,
Still something worth moving toward when the time is right.
The owl blinked slowly,
But you are so small,
The world is vast,
Does it not exhaust you?
The hummingbird tilted its tiny head.
Perhaps,
But I do not measure my strength by size,
I measure it by how many times I rise again,
And by how gently I let myself rest when I need to.
And with that,
The hummingbird lifted once more,
Not with urgency,
But grace.
Through the wind,
Through the day,
Through the unseen currents that once tried to push it back,
It did not race,
It did not force,
It did not doubt,
Because it already was,
It had always been,
Strong enough,
Small and mighty,
In motion and in stillness.
Thank you for listening.
May this story remind you that strength can be quiet,
Resilience can be soft,
And resting is part of the journey.
