Parable of the Duck

So today in Institute our teacher Brother Peterson told us a story of personal experience to tie into his lesson about forgiveness. It was a silly little story, but I was touched by it. It made me want to laugh, then cry as I though more deeply about it.  Therefore, I am going to share it, as close to the form I heard it in as possible.

"At college I mowed lawns for my job. It was near a duck pond, so it was not uncommon for me to see ducks around and they would sometimes get in the way. But it wasn't a big deal, I would just rev up the engine a little but and they would walk away. However, one day there was a duck that was in my way, and it wouldn't move. It almost seemed to be staring me down. I revved the engine, and even pretended to push the mower towards it, but the duck refused to move. So I went around the duck, and it started quacking and attacking my ankle. It followed me around, biting me, and after  awhile I started to get seriously frustrated and annoyed at this duck!
I finished mowing, and came back with one of those garbage picker-uppers, and there was the duck, still waiting. It started quacking again at me, and I began to wonder what I could do to this duck with the garbage grabber, when I heard a cheeping. Looking around, I found a bunch of little ducklings at the bottom of a sewer grate, and when I looked up again I saw that the duck had stopped quacking. It was a kind of 'oh!' moment. I lifted up the grill and gently took out each little duckling, which ran over to their mother. When I was done I put the grate back and the duck family headed off to the duck pond and I suppose they lived happily ever after.
I was a little humbled to have been taught something about judgement from a duck. The whole time it was quacking at me, and it was simply a cry for help. 
So there you have it; the Parable of the Duck."
~Brother Peterson