Tuesday, April 7, 2009

A Leap of Faith

On Tuesday, May 20, a Spokane man who works downtown as a loan officer at a local bank, became a hero in the eyes of his sister and many of his co-workers. What follows is his story, as told by his sister, Candace Mumm.

Something really amazing happened in Downtown Spokane this week and I had to share the story with you. Some of you may know that my brother, Joel Armstrong, is a loan officer at Sterling Bank. He works downtown in a second story office building, overlooking busy Riverside Avenue. Several weeks ago he watched a mother duck choose the cement awning outside his window as the uncanny place to build a nest above the sidewalk. The mallard laid ten eggs in a nest in the corner of the planter that is perched over 15 feet in the air. She dutifully kept the eggs warm for weeks, and Monday afternoon all ten of her ducklings hatched.

Joel worried all night how the momma duck was going to get those babies safely off their perch in a busy, downtown, urban environment to take to water, which typically happens in the first 48 hours of a duck hatching.

Tuesday morning, Joel came to work and watched the mother duck encourage her babies to the edge of the perch with the intent to show them how to jump off! The mother flew down below and started quacking to her babies above. In his disbelief Joel watched as the first fuzzy newborn toddled to the edge and astonishingly leapt into thin air, crashing onto the cement below. My brother couldn't watch how this might play out. He dashed out of his office and ran down the stairs to the sidewalk where the first obedient duckling was stuporing near its mother from the near fatal fall. Joel looked up.

The second duckling was getting ready to jump! He quickly dodged out of the duckling's sight under the awning while the mother duck quacked at him and the babies above. As the second one took the plunge, Joel jumped forward and caught it with his bare hands before it hit the cement. Safe and sound, he set it by the momma and the other stunned sibling, still recovering from its painful leap.

One by one the babies continued to jump to join their anxious family below. Each time Joel hid under the awning, just to reach out in the nick of time as the duckling made its freefall. The downtown sidewalk came to a standstill. Time after time, Joel was able to catch the remaining eight and set them by their approving mother. At this point Joel realized the duck family had only made part of its dangerous journey. They had at least two full blocks to walk across traffic, crosswalks, curbs, and pedestrians to get to the closest open water, the Spokane River.

The onlooking office co-workers then joined in and hurriedly brought an empty copy paper box to collect the babies. They carefully corralled them, with the mother's approval, and loaded them up into the white cardboard container. Joel held the box low enough for the mom to see her brood. He then slowly navigated through the downtown streets toward the Spokane River, as the mother waddled behind and kept her babies in sight.

They walked block by block to the water’s edge. As they reached the river, the Sterling Bank office staff then tipped the box and encouraged the younglings, quite nervous from their adventurous ride, to walk toward the water and their mother. She approached her brood and marched them to the brink, ushering them with a splash into their new watery home.

All ten darling ducklings safely made the plunge and paddled up snugly to momma duck. Joel said the mom swam in circles, looking back toward the beaming bank workers, proudly quacking as if to say, "See, we did it! Thanks for all the help!"

Thankfully, one of the co-workers had a digital camera and was able to capture most of it (except the actually mid-air catching) in a series of photographs.

Live simply, Love generously, Care deeply, Speak kindly.

Wow, I received this in an email from a special friend. It has probably been circulating for ages before reaching me. What strikes me about this heartwarming story is that each little fledgling has to take a leap of faith. Quite simply. Kind of reminds me of the movie Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. You know, where Indiana is searching for the chalice? He gets to the edge of a chasm and realizes he is stuck. There is nothing below him but spikes of stalagmites and darkness. Looking at his map, it was saying Leap of Faith. He grabs up a bit of cave dust, sprinkles it over the great divide and sees a glimmer of a bridge. He takes a leap of faith and crosses over an invisible bridge.

This ducky story and Indiana Jones makes me see how relevant our walk of faith is. Quite simply, we are expecting the Lord to reach out and save us, sight unseen.

And He does. He catches us each and every time.

Thank you Lord for giving me the faith that is the size of a mustard seed. Thank you for not only sowing that seed, but helping it to take root and grow within me. Thank you for sending those to water it, those who help to weed and for Your love that causes me to take a leap of faith off of the cliff of life each and every day.


  1. Hey you. I read this on someone else's blog..and just loved the story! How sweet. There's a hero in all of us, isn't there?

  2. Yep, and you have been my hero many times, my little Face.

  3. I grew up in a town by Spokane, Married a guy from Spokane and lived there for many years till we moved here to Seattle 4 years ago.
    Loved the story about the duck and it's babies, so sweet. I spent alot of time by the Spokane river so this story made me homesick. My parents and oldest son and daughter still live in Spokane~♥
    P.S. I love hummingbirds and have a bird feeder that I adore watching (I had two huge pilated woodpeckers on it yesterday) :)