EVERY SUNDAY
MORNING I take a light jog around a park near my home. There’s a lake
located in one corner of the park. Each time I jog by this lake, I see
the same elderly woman sitting at the water’s edge with a small metal
cage sitting beside her.
One Sunday my
curiosity got the best of me, so I stopped jogging and walked over to
her. As I got closer, I realized that the metal cage was in fact a small
trap. There were three turtles, unharmed, slowly walking around the base
of the trap. She had a fourth turtle in her lap that she was carefully
scrubbing with a spongy brush.
“Hello,” I
said. “I see you here every Sunday morning. If you don’t mind my
nosiness, I’d love to know what you’re doing with these turtles.”
She smiled.
“I’m cleaning off their shells,” she replied. “Anything on a turtles
shell, like algae or scum, reduces the turtles ability to absorb heat
and impedes its ability to swim. It can also corrode and weaken the
shell over time.”
“Wow! That’s
really nice of you!” I exclaimed.
She went on:
“I spend a couple of hours each Sunday morning relaxing by this lake and
helping these little guys out. it’s my own strange way of making a
difference.”
“But don't
most freshwater turtles live their whole lives with algae and scum
hanging from their shells?” I asked.
“Yep, sadly,
they do,” she replied.
I scratched
my head. “Well, then, don't you think your time could be better spent? I
mean, I think your efforts are kind and all, but there are freshwater
turtles living in lakes all around the world, and ninety-nine percent of
these turtles don't have kind people like you to help them clean off
their shells. So, no offence ... but how exactly are your localized
efforts here truly making a difference?”
The woman
giggled. She then looked down at the turtle in her lap, scrubbed off the
last piece of algae from its shell, and said, “Sweetie, if this little
guy could talk, he'd tell you I just made all the difference in the
world.”