The Little People live in a windy world.

It is so windy, they have to hold onto each other so they don’t get swept away. In a place surrounded by trees, they use ropes to stay attached to their familiar village.

Each of them does the same as everybody else: they stick together to resist the strong winds. They live in a state of fear of the unknown, and have never seen anything or anyone other than Little People of the village.

They wait. And wait. And wait.

One day, one of them decides that this is enough. He removes himself from the ropes and lets go.

He’s immediately swept away by the strong winds, while the rest of the people shout, “What are you doing, you’re crazy! It’s not safe out there, come back!”

But this is a determined one. The winds carry him far away to unknown places. He bumps into trees, he hurts himself badly. Progressively, he learns to move his arms and navigate through the strong winds.

Far away from his village, he looks down, and sees another village of Little People. Curious, he maneuvers his arms to go see them. He catches the branch of a tree and stands there, looking.

The Little People of this new village see him. They have never seen such a scene before. In complete awe of him, they kneel down and start to worship him.

“Oh, Lord!”, they say in unison.

“Finally, You arrived! You are our Savior, our Saint, our Messiah!” they shout.

“Please save us, oh, dear Lord!”.

The little one on his branch looks at them, gently smiling, and says,

“I am not your savior. I am just like you. The only difference is, I am not afraid to let go.”