My father is a wonderful man
May. 21st, 2005 11:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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!
Date: May. 23rd, 2005 03:31 am (UTC)