Am I Beauti Fully Bro-ken or Beauti Fully Broke-In?

Beautifully Broke-In
Question: Or Was He Beautifully Broken?
At the age the age of two, his first fish died, he cried for days. His parents told him to toughen up, “it’s only a fish; they will buy him a new one. That they did, but it eventually it died too. This process happened several times, until they switched pets. At the age of five his first dog died. He cried but not as much as he did with his first fish. By the age of seven he was use to death, as much as he was use to breathing, without thought. No matter what was bought, the lessons his parents taught, was priceless. Although many people would say, it was harsh and cruel punishment, without passion and lifeless.
In a ten story apartment, at ten years old, a bird flew into his closed glass window, then fail to the ground. Without hesitation he ran to the bottom of his complex, picked up the bird with a broken wing, ran back up stairs quickly to bandage the injured bird. He nurtured and fathered that bird, until it was able to fly and be free. Then he let the window open, as the bird wouldn’t leave. This he couldn’t believe, so he kept the window open. Knowing one day, the bird will smarten up and fly away. One day it did, and he cried as he did at two. For days! After a weak had past, he closed the window at last. The day he did, the bird flew back into the glass. As the process repeated itself!
When he turned 12, he stumbled upon a butterfly with a broken wing, picking it up, taking it back home to nurture and father. Although he was unaware of the life expectancy of a butterfly, he cared for it every day, regardless of the fact, when it was suppose to die. Every butterfly he got after that, he knew! Yet his action and love was without change. He realized his calling, he than obtained several caterpillars, until his collection became gigantic!
Throughout his childhood and adulthood he collected a variety of different creatures, and species, experiencing much death. Loving life and death equally! He grew up, decided to open up an orphanage, with an emphasis on the handicapped, troublemakers, and the unfortunate. Realizing with enough nourishment and fathering, he could set their souls free. Although many people told him he was wasting his time and effort. He nurtured without thought effortlessly! Many he saved, many he lost. But it affected him no differently! Knowing he saved one was enough satisfaction and heaven for him. Everyone he lost he cried as if were two. Everyone he saved he cried as if he was two.
Was he beautifully broken or was simply beautifully broke in. life is filled with unexpected tragedies and broken hearts, death and lives falling apart. If you can’t find the beauty in the broken, the smiles in the death, than you’re not living. The lesson learned is; no matter the circumstances, trials and tribulations we all go through, it’s the mindset we have going into it, while we in it, and after we come out of it, that determines our life. We all can say we have troublesome lives, and we wish things would have turned out differently. Not knowing had they turned out differently, we may not be as strong as we are today, or in that case alive.