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My father is a wonderful man
Years ago, when we first moved to Arkansas and lived out in the boonies, I often pulled my car to the side of the two-lane blacktops and carried slow-moving tortoises from the middle of the road to the edge of the road so they wouldn't get squished. My family laughed at me. I earned the nickname "Turtle Savior." I wear it proudly.
My father travels hither and yon as part of his job. He frequently drives along rural routes and two-lane blacktops to get to his destination. Every now and then, like this morning, he calls to tell me he moved a turtle out of the road in my honor.
My hero. *beam*
My father travels hither and yon as part of his job. He frequently drives along rural routes and two-lane blacktops to get to his destination. Every now and then, like this morning, he calls to tell me he moved a turtle out of the road in my honor.
My hero. *beam*
Turtle Saviors Unite!