I’ll admit it, I’m not much for heights. But Max the Sky Fox? He lives for them. From my perch in the Enchanted Forest, I see him streaking through the clouds, chasing problems before they even start, the way a lighthouse chases back the night.
One day, a storm was brewing over the Skylands. The wind towers were cracking, and no one had sounded the alarm yet. Max didn’t wait. He shot into the sky like a silver arrow, tying ropes, patching sails, and calling every creature to safety. He planned and acted in the same breath.
By the time the elders even knew the danger, Max had already secured the towers. “Didn’t want to wait for permission,” he said with a grin. “Sometimes doing right means starting first, and asking for help while your feet are moving.”
I remember thinking—initiative isn’t about being first for glory; it’s about being first for good. Max doesn’t wait for the wind to change. He becomes the change, turning panic into purpose.
Ever since that day, when I see something small that needs doing, I jump in—no waiting, no wondering. Because Max taught me that skies don’t clear themselves, and courage often begins with the first step.
