Freedom March

Once their lived an ant. The ant's name was Chance. Chance was a climber, chance was a dreamer, and chance was a believer. Every day was a challenge. The stakes were high. The water was deep and Chance's strength was tried. This ant took the notion no obstacle would stand in the way, no valley to large, no nothing to heavy that Chance couldn't sway.

One day an ant nightmare happened on Chance. While picking up food and lifting it overhead a huge rubber, peanut shaped, pattern descended from up high. Chance was overshadowed and danced quickly away. A humongous thump came crashing down on Chance and this seemed the end. This enormous weight flattened Chance and the meal carried atop. In a glimpse of a moment Chance's life came to a stop.

From the flat of the ground where Chance lay crushed eyes still alive sensed a giant creature walking away. With resolve and a great, "Ummff!" this ant popped up its folded legs. Chance inflated and stretched, retained mind, wiggled and remembered the food carried overhead. For all glory and will filled Chance with the guts. This ant started again with a scamper and run to family at the mound. Chance could not wait to share the food for others to build with which had been found.

This ant keeps going as all ants will do. Every day they strive to work and improve. Chance only has the notion to keep on and to win, to give to others so that they can begin. To start and to live every moment to live free and create a greater idea a concept of glee.