My headmaster at my High School always used the metaphor of Geese as describing our little "community" at my school. He use to go on (a lot!) about how geese fly together, and how they rotate who is the goose in front of the "v". He'd then apply this to the students as taking leadership positions, etc... but he most emphasized that if one goose gets tired, or goes off track, there would be at least one other goose that would stay back with it. So no one goose was ever alone, and all the other geese were the type of geese that would help a fellow goose.

I've been seeing a lot of geese lately. I think it's because I live in a pretty rural town that is known for its agriculture. And every time i see geese, I'm always reminded of my Headmaster's words, and my "community". And what he said was always true about the geese never flying alone.

Some times it makes me happy to see geese, but more often than not, it just makes me sad. But today, i was sitting in my room, and i heard the geese outside my window. Sure enough i look up and there are a couple different groups of geese, the odd one with 2 flying a little behind the rest. A good 30 seconds goes by and i'm still looking for the geese, and then I see this one goose by itself. It's flying pretty slow, and there are absolutely no other geese around it.

I felt for that goose... no one stayed back for it...it had lost its partner, and was all alone. And then I realised.... I am that goose. And it broke my heart.