Recently a new friend asked me to tell my "turtle story". This is a story I told more when I was younger and it was fresh in my mind. I love this memory. So....consider this story a serendipitous extension of the larger history of Purrfectplay-- if you want. What ever you think, it remains for me a simple story of kindness.
Years ago when I was in 3rd grade I had a painted turtle-- I don't remember where he came from but I loved his smooth bright shell and his slow steady ways. One day I took him for a walk and lost him in really big mud puddle. As the sun set I was forced to leave him outside.
At the school bus stop the next morning, one of the tougher kids showed up holding my turtle. "MIne" I declared. "Tough luck" he retorted and threw it on the sidewalk.
Right then the bus pulled up. "Not on my bus" the driver said. " I am not leaving without my turtle" I yelled while carrying my bloody turtle onto the bus. Once at school, my teacher made a big fuss and sent me to the principle's office. I had never even spoken with my principle let alone been sent to his office. I was mighty scared.
I will never forget my principle, Mr. Elston. He rose from his desk-- a very big man. He leaned over and talked quietly asking me about my turtle until I calmed down. Then he did this unforgettable thing--he freeze framed his day and drove me home. He waited patiently while my Mom and I set the turtle up with water in a shady protected spot in the yard.
Mr Elston will always be my hero. He showed me and my little turtle respect. Now, he and that little turtle share the same memory nook in my brain. A big man and a little turtle who totally belong together...... And that is my turtle story.