real rescue is...

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.