Stacy and I were going home from work like usual. It was my day to drive. We were casually talking and I was about to reach the 65 mph stretch of 46th street when Stacy noticed something unusual. From the passenger side of the front seat she saw what appeared to be a fly on the front windshield directly in front of me. It was a fly! It had probably been there since I stopped at the Mingo road stoplight about 3 miles back. I had been continually gaining speed since then. Our attention was now soley focused on it. We kept waiting for it to blow off but it wouldn't. How could such a tiny creature muster up so much strength? I was relentless with the gas peddle because I wanted to get home. A theory popped into my head. Maybe the fly regergitated (like flies always do) and that was what superglued its little legs to the windshield. A car's front windshield is very smooth and in the movies the bad guys always end up sliding off. Maybe it had a couple of microscopic claws on its legs that can grip like who knows what. I didn't know but we were still both amazed.

We began commenting about the character of this tiny bug. We talked of how he (it) had courage and lots of determination. He was not average. It seemed to me this one wasn't some pesky fly that you hated with a passion because it kept buzzing around your head while you were eating and would land on your plate so that it definitely deserved the death of a brisk hit from a cheap plastic fly swatter that even all of its keen eyes didn't see coming.

I then tried to imagine what it was doing before it landed on the car. For some reason (maybe because I hate icky flies)I thought it might have been gathering some disgusting nourishment from dog poop or something even worse along the side of the road. I think this fly had an higher I.Q. than most. It's little microscopic speck of a brain was focused on one goal; that is, to cling to life with every fiber of its being (even though its legs would be considered six of those fibers).

Stacy and I quietly watched. I had reached 65. Was it gonna hold out until we got to the Port intersection? Deep in our hearts we both wanted it to. Finally, the sad ending came. It blew off to only God would know where. Stacy and I, at the same time, gave out a small gasp. I kind of wished the fly would have made it to the next stop but even though that didn't happen I must still say I had great admiration for it's determination to go against all odds and to endure until the end! Maybe someday when I'm going through a struggle I'll think back for a tiny bit to the fly who had stick-to-itiveness in the midst of a major struggle and gain some inspiration for my own life.