This morning, I passed a turtle on the edge of traffic. It had retreated into it’s shell, but was facing the middle of the road. I stopped, put on the blinkers, and backed up next to the turtle. Other cars stopped while I carried it across to a spot on the other side of the roadway. As I drove away, happy to have done a small good deed, memories of my father flooded in.
Helping a turtle across the road was something Dad would have done — and did whenever he had the chance. I could imagine myself, as a child in the back seat, groaning about the delay. My father taught me to appreciate the turtles in life. He taught me to be patient with their needs and care for them.
I wish I could thank Dad again for his life lessons. What wouldn’t I give for one more day with him…
