At the point when I was a youngster, my view of what was genuine and conceivable known to mankind depended on the reason that “realities” and “rationale” were the foundations of what was broadly recognized as “reality”. I clung to this misinterpreted thought certainly, not understanding that there is in fact sorcery on the planet, and that we regularly just must be in the correct spot, at the opportune chance to find it.
My idea of the truth was going to change everlastingly on the charming island of Rhodes, Greece. Rhodes is packed with secret, as it was once home to one of the Seven Wonders of the World, the Colossus of Rhodes, an enormous bronze sculpture raised in 280 BC, which at more than 30 meters tall, stood gloriously guarding the harbor.
It was inside this legendary setting that I ended up with my voyaging amigo and old buddy Wendell. Wendell and I had been crossing all through Europe for a while, and had dared to Rhodes with the aim of survey the spot where the renowned sculpture had once stood. We were spellbound by the magnificence and appeal of the island, and charmed by the baffling inclination noticeable all around that this was where anything could occur.
As we relaxed walked around the old part of town one bright evening, we unexpectedly heard a noisy and incredible fluttering of wings straightforwardly overhead. We looked up, and were flabbergasted by the presence of the biggest pelican we had ever seen. Surprisingly the pelican effortlessly floated to an arrival straightforwardly before us.
We stood quietly expanding at the fledgling, confounded. The pelican at that point started strolling down the walkway eagerly, as though it had an express objective as a top priority. We immediately followed at a protected distance to guarantee that we didn’t discourage it from its objective.
It was a blistering summer day, and similar to the custom on the island, shops coating the road had their entryways open to invite guests, and to permit the invigorating ocean breeze to enter the premises.
The pelican kept strolling, and afterward delayed quickly before unexpectedly entering a nearby drug store. We anxiously followed it inside, where a modest bunch of clients were perusing nonchalantly.
Decisively the pelican strolled past the perplexed supporters to a connecting back room of the shop, where he started walking forward and backward before racks which put away a variety of medication, as though looking for a specific thing. We as a whole stood spellbound, viewing the peculiar conduct of this unusual animal. After a couple of seconds he appeared to desert his curious journey, and returned the inside of the shop.
We stood by hopefully for what might occur straightaway. Incredibly he at that point halted inside the focal point of our little gathering, and thusly took a gander at every one of us straightforwardly in our eyes, as though attempting to pass on some close to home message.
I recall his eyes appeared to be shockingly human, and a bizarre sensation came over me that he was in fact not a pelican, yet rather a spirit which had briefly accepted structure as this inquisitive fowl.
Right away he then left the shop as unexpectedly as he had entered, stepped toward the road, and took off. We looked at one another in wide-peered toward doubt, looking for approval from each other that what we had seen truly happened. Despite the fact that a couple of token recommendations were offered, nobody had a conceivable clarification of what the pelican was doing there or why.
As I think back on my life I’m ready to review numerous exceptional occasions which I’ll perpetually appreciate, yet none as loaded with upbeat immediacy as the noteworthy day we experienced the secretive pelican of Rhodes.