not being afraid to take a risk. not being afraid to rescue someone you may not like or that scares you alittle too.
when i was driving along lougheed hwy today, i saw fred quietly standing in the middle of the road with his head held high. "Holy crap", i thought as i swerved around him, "that's a chinese lizard dragon thing" and i kept going because i do not particulary like lizards, they scare me. and then the guilt started, what kind of rescuer was i to leave that cold-blooded scaley thing in the middle of the road. i pulled a U'ie and went back for him, sick that maybe he was already squished.
i grabbed a paper bag and a handful of paper towels, i put out my hand to stop traffic on the highway and i ran across the road to grab him.
fred was a rubber life like childs toy.
real rescue is not being afraid to be an absolute fool sometimes too.
saints welcomes fred. i am going to glue little magnets to his feet and stick him on my fridge to remind me that i can be utterly stupid on occasion but it is the thought behind the stupidity that counts.
I was also there when Fred arrived - I fully expected to see Carol pull something alive and furry out of the brown paper bag - a ferret? a mouse? a rat?
Fred is a very, very pretty lizard and I'm so glad Carol rescued him. I do not expect him to be too much trouble, and certainly a lot quieter than our Phoebe. However, I'm a little nervous that one of the dogs will get him, so maybe I should offer to foster Fred. And I don't mind if he sleeps in my bed.
Sylvie and Nicole - thanks for the update on our sweet, sweet Thomas. I'm so glad he had a great Christmas and remembered his manners around children. Please give him a cuddle from me.