One Turtle At A Time
I love that he was aware enough to notice the turtle.
I love that he was kind enough in his heart to stop, do a u-turn, and pull over to the side of the street to help the turtle on his journey.
I'm angered that no one else stopped.
I'm bewildered that another driver noticed what he was doing - and frowned that he was being inconvenienced by having to slow down.
They made their choices.
He made his choice.
Back in the car, our son spoke from the back seat:
We do what we can, one turtle at a time.