Watching turtles

I watched two turtles race around Bayou St. John while I was waiting for a friend.
I had never observed turtles race. It was more like a swim ahead and to the right and wait, and swim ahead to the left and wait. More of  a turtle dance than a race.
I recalled a time when I stopped traffic on Marconi Drive, near the City Park entrance, to assist a turtle in crossing two lanes of one-way traffic.
Deciding to cross the road during rush hour traffic was more a death wish than a leisurely stroll across the street. I wondered if the old turtle tried to make the trip the next day and did not find a driver willing to stop traffic to assist the passage.
I am grateful for all of those conscientious people in my life who have been willing to stop traffic for me. Those who have been willing to sit with me in times of anxiousness; those who have held my hand when I had no idea what to do.
Thank you turtle for the gentle reminder.

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