How a Giraffe Brought us Together for a Little While

barry currin, stories of a world gone mad, beaverdamusa.comIf only for a moment, we were all united.

It occurred from the most unlikely of sources: April the giraffe. It was, by far, the second-most-famous stable birth in the history of mankind.

I don’t know how many people saw April give birth on Saturday, but I do know they watched from all corners of the globe and represented all religions, cultures, and political positions.

And as unbelievable as it was, we were all on the same side for a few minutes, pulling for the same thing.

It was a modern-day “I’d Like to Teach the World to Sing” moment.

I wrote about April a month or so ago, back when the internet furor over her pregnancy first began. I talked about how the miracle of birth can be R rated. If you saw — and heard — the video of April’s delivery, you’ll know I was right.

Today, though, let’s celebrate April’s truly remarkable accomplishment: a glimmer of hope for global unification. 

On Saturday, people all over the world were brought together by a giraffe. A giraffe, of all things.

I am even crediting divine intervention for the mid-morning timing. If she had delivered in the evening local time, most of the world would’ve been asleep and missed it.

As I watched — over breakfast, no less — I marveled at all the languages and cultures where people marveled with me. We all marveled at the same thing. I wondered what they were saying. I did not, however, wonder what the looks on their faces were, because I knew they had the same expression I did.

Ordinarily, a giraffe can’t do too much.

A giraffe cannot make a famous speech to rally people.

A giraffe cannot cure diseases in a laboratory.

And it was pretty much by accident that a giraffe made herself — albeit unwittingly — a hero for men, women and children all over the globe.

If we all can get excited for a giraffe, why on earth can’t a person have the same effect on us?

Where are these people who can pull our planet together? Where are our leaders? 

Where are the great men and women of planet earth who can unite us all to move forward as children of a creator who loves us and wants us to get along with each other and prosper?

As I watched April’s calf crash to the ground, I fought the urge to cry, for some reason. But I wasn’t weeping for the calf or his mother, or even for Oliver the father, who was confined in the next stall.

I wanted to weep because it took a streaming internet feed spying on a mother giraffe in her most vulnerable and intimate moments to make me realize what a vacuum we are in as a people.

We, the people, are desperately searching for something to pull us together. We are yearning for a hero.

I’m not taking a shot at the current resident of 1600 Pennsylvania Ave., in case you’re wondering. If he hadn’t won, whoever did win would’ve been just as ridiculed as he is, only by different people.

I am sick and tired of hearing, “Yeah, my person is bad, but yours is worse.”

Is that the best we can do?

I want a leader. I want someone we can believe in who will pull the world in a direction we all know it wants to go in.

I know that person is out there, somewhere.

We are ripe for the picking.

A giraffe just proved it.

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