Flock of goldfinches
Once upon a time, in the sizzling heat of a Calabrian summer, I was just a young boy of 12. The temperature was so unbearable that I decided to forgo a trip to the beach and instead, found refuge in the shade of my hammock where I spent my days lounging and reading my favorite comic book.
One afternoon, as I lay there lost in the pages of my comic, I noticed a large flock of birds flying overhead. They moved as one, a black cloud shifting and changing shape before my eyes. I was mesmerized and couldn't tell if they were far off in the distance or close by. I sat up and squinted, shielding my eyes from the sun with my hand, trying to make sense of what I was seeing.
The birds hovered in the same spot, their formation constantly changing. Suddenly, one of the birds broke away from the flock, diving down with incredible speed. It was a raptor, a falcon, attacking the flock. The birds' formation grew denser, and I couldn't help but wonder, why didn't they scatter and flee?
It wasn't until much later that I learned the answer. The flock, big and united, confused the predator and defended itself by coordinating as a single entity. It was their only chance of survival. And it made me think, perhaps we too, should take a lesson from nature and come together in the face of adversity, rather than dividing ourselves. It just might be our only chance of survival as well.