Early this morning, we were on the way home from the local nursery with a backseat full of purple fall plants. The beautiful Archangel plant, named Angelonia, should have been a heads-up.
An opportunity appeared...up ahead on the main rural road close to home.
My heart sunk... A turtle had safely made it half-way across the two-lane road--with another lane to go! Driving by, I got a glimpse of his head desperately stretched out of his shell, trying to decide the best way to go. An angel nudge prompted a quick u-turn in hopes that we weren't too late for a rescue.
He was still there, stranded. Elliot pulled off on the grass by acres of wetland. Jumping out, I could see how much I'd grown to willingly handle a turtle with my bare hands. But, thanks to the angels, I've learned it's never about me, but how can I help?
An oncoming car slowed down and waited. I quickly grabbed the turtle near the rear. (The safest place to hold on tight.) His wet shell told me he was leaving the marshy fields behind. Frightened, he quickly retreated into his shell, making an easier transport. A boxed turtle... ready to go. We were off...
With a sigh of relief, I gently set him down safely across the road on soft green grass. "Here you go!" I made sure he was going the direction he first intended. With a loving pat on his shell, my turtle friend was happily on his way, and a whisper of thanks to the angels to watch over him.
That loving exchange made my day... It's an uplifting feeling to help another in distress, and to remember the helping hands that were extended in our hour of need. At home, our weathered, concrete cherub riding on a turtle's back serves as a reminder. We are never alone. We each have our own angel companion as we run our own race and listen for guidance. Victory is assured. The best is yet to be.
Love and peace,
Rae Karen
