There was an eagle, injured and hurt. The eagle thought he couldn’t fly higher anymore because of his wound. In grief, he no longer wanted to meet anyone. The head among the group of eagles was aware of this. He went to the wounded eagle and comforted him.
“Look at my scar. I’d rather die instead of living like this.”
After hearing the wounded eagle’s moan, the head spread his wings without saying a word. On his wings, there were numerous scars.
“I wish you know that you’re not the only one wounded. No eagle lives without a scar, except the ones that aren’t born yet.”