"When I was a little girl, I lived very far away from here. Everything was different. There was lot's of open spaces to run and play. I had
playmates, like myself. We played for hours and hours with no worries. Sometimes, scary animals would try to attack us, and our parents and the other
grownups would herd all of us little ones into the center and frighten the beasts off. We never worried about anything hurting us! There were times
that there wasn't as much to eat as other times, but we knew that we were loved and protected. I loved my life!
Then one day, these huge machines, flew across the skies. Loud bangs were coming from them. I saw that the largest of the herd were falling to the
ground with red fluid running out of them. Then they just stopped moving. I cried as loud as I could and ran looking for my parents. I found them. But
they were on the ground, not moving. I kept yelling for them to get up and help me. But they would not answer me. They just wouldn't get up and help
me!
Then those machines landed on the ground. Surely now the adults would get up and circle around us. Didn't they care that we were scared? They just
lay there sleeping without a care in the world. They still didn't get up when those humans surrounded us kids and began shoving us into crates. I
felt so betrayed. How could they let this happen to us?"
Then the most awesome thing that I had ever beheld, transpired. Tiki's tremendous body began to quake and tremble, as she sobbed uncontrollably. Then
she began to emit ear-splitting trumpet noises, that could be heard for miles.
I felt tears slipping down my own cheeks as I held my ears for protection. In all my years of experience, I had never witnessed such a heartbreaking
event. Oh why did they not allow me to be next to her. She desperately needed comfort. Instead, all that I could do for her, was make soft cooing
noises and offer soft words of encouragement.
Suddenly lights began popping on all around the circus complex. Tiki's heartbreaking trumpet calls had brought the owners on the run. Mr. Jarvis was
the first to arrive. "What in G-d's name is going on here?" he demanded. "I could hear this bedlam all the way over at my motel room!" Sweat was
running profusely down his face and the front of his shirt. Mopping at it, was useless.
I understood his concern. His trainer had just been killed by this elephant. I rushed to explain, "I am so sorry, Mr. Jarvis. Tiki is having a
breakthrough."
"Could she breakthrough a little quieter? I'll be cited for disturbing the peace! It's time to close this down for the night any how." he
growled.
"Mr. Jarvis," I pleaded, "Would you please let me stay with her tonight? I believe she is suffering from post-traumatic-stress-disorder. She
witnessed the murder of her parents when she was a baby. She has suffered abandonment and anxiety issues for years because of it. She didn't mean
your trainer any harm. She was having a panic attack and he was pushing her beyond her capabilities."
"Of all the silly horse-malarkey that I have ever heard. Nobody murdered her parents. What do you mean murder? It is standard procedure in Africa to
cull the herd once a year to prevent over-population. If they didn't do that, the rest of the herd would starve. It's the humane thing to do. Then,
kind-hearted people like myself, bring some of the babies over here and give them a good home. She's had a good life with me. She gets fed good and
nobody beats her."
"Mr. Jarvis, a lot of people don't realize that elephants mourn the loss of their loved ones much like humans do. That is why I believe that she is
suffering emotional trauma. Please let me stay with her tonight. She trusts me and I trust her. She needs me"
"Well I don't trust her!" Jarvis barked. "She killed my trainer! And even if what you say is true, she couldn't possibly remember that. It was
nearly twenty years ago. She was just a baby. But she's not a baby any more. She's a rogue. And no body is staying near this elephant. So get your
things. I have a room rented for you."
I could see that arguing would be pointless. It was hurting me to leave Tiki in such distress. She never understood the death of her parents. I would
rush back first thing in the morning. I would try to explain death to her. Then hopefully with the beginning of understanding, would come forgiveness
and then...healing.
I had to admit that I was very exhausted. Mentally and physically. It had been a very long flight from Pakistan to Los Angeles. I had been so anxious
to meet Tiki that I rushed straight to the Circus compound. My heart was heavy with concern for Tiki. There were limited answers for an elephant in
Tiki's circumstances. Weariness carried me into a very deep and sound sleep.
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