Seeing those little guys crawl toward the water was worth
getting up for.
So the ranger takes these tiny little turtles, which are
smaller than my palm (a kid-sized palm, FYI) and sets them on the sand. Then
each little turtle has to crawl a distance of what must seem like miles to
them, in order to reach the water that will be their home. They struggle. And
they crawl. And crawl and struggle, until finally, a good and powerful wave
sweeps up and picks them up off the sand…
Pushing them backward.
So, they craw and struggle some more until the next wave
picks them up. Every once in a while, one manages to stay afloat long enough so
that the wave carries it out to sea, but most of them end up fighting a battle
that basically pushes them back as often as it carries them forward.
Still they fight, and they crawl, and they move on their own
with zero help from the hundred or so people watching. And wouldn’t you know
it, eventually, every single one of them manages to not only reach the water,
but to remain in it.
Because be it instinct or encouragement from peers, those
little guys never once thought to give up. They just kept crawling until they
found their own wave that would carry them out to where they needed to be.
As I witnessed this miracle of life, the sun came up over the
water and turned the water to gold and the sand to burnished copper, leaving me
with one parting thought.
Humans can learn a lot from turtles.
1 comment:
Oh so jealous! Baby turtles are the cutest! And the ocean is just lovely too!
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