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    All I Would Ever Need

    I had always felt like a misfit in school. My friends, although good and true friends, were not in the crowd of popular kids in school. Besides, I was sure I was funny looking. I just didn't fit the mold.

    Parading constantly before my eyes was "the fun group" - the popular kids - always laughing and whispering, never sad or depressed, skipping their way through school, the best of friends. Teachers loved them, boys loved them, the whole school loved them. I worshipped them and wanted to be just like them. I dreamed of the day that they would accept me.

    My dream came true when I turned fourteen and I tried out for the cheerleading squad. To my surprise, I was chosen. Almost instantly, I was thrust into the "in crowd."

    I felt like a butterfly coming out of a cocoon. I changed my hair and the way I dressed. Everyone thought the change in me was fantastic - new clothes, a new group of friends and a new outlook on life.

    Almost overnight, the whole school knew who I was, or at least they knew my name. There were parties and sleepovers, and of course, cheering at the games. I was finally one of the popular kids. Everyone I had hoped to know, I knew. Everything I had wanted to be, I was.

    Something strange was happening to me, however. The more I was included with the "in crowd," the more confused I became. In reality, these people were far from perfect.

    They talked behind each other's backs while they pretended to be best friends. They rarely had a truly good time but smiled and faked it. They cared about what I was wearing and who I was seen with. But they didn't care about who I was, what I believed in, what my dreams were or what made me who I was. It was a shock to see them as they really were, instead of as I had "thought" they were.

    I began to feel a huge sense of loss and disappointment. But worst of all, I realized that I was becoming just like them, and I didn't like what was happening at all. I had to get my life back in order. I concentrated first on finding out who my real friends were - the ones who listened and who really cared about me.

    They were the only ones who really mattered. I stayed with cheerleading because I really enjoyed it. But I stopped hanging around with only the popular kids, and I widened my circle of friends. I found out that my real friends had never left me. They were simply waiting for me to come to my senses. I finally realized that my original friends were all I would ever need.

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    Our Turtle

    It is amazing to me how a simple summer afternoon, beautiful blue
    skies, and no rain for once can turn into an even more magical
    experience simply by someone ringing our doorbell.

    My son and I had just settled down to our Sunday night dinner
    last night and our doorbell rang. Little did I know a two-hour
    grand adventure was about to start for me

    It was our neighbor advising me that I should shut my garage door
    because a twenty-five pound snapping turtle was resting on my
    driveway. My son and I stared out in amazement. There she was,
    a glorious ancient reptile resting on her journey.

    Her journey so far had taken her from a pond to the north of our
    home, up a huge hill, and to everyone's amazement across a busy
    trafficked road. And she had crossed another street to arrive in
    my driveway. Everyone realized she was heading to another pond
    that was at the end of our subdivision. However, she had heard
    the water in my front yard from my mini pond and was
    investigating it in a brief stay.

    We all stared in amazement as this creature brought herself up
    from her resting position and proudly walked forward ... her
    steps were steady and determination was shown in each step as she
    marched across my garden. She rested again in my garden, in the
    cool shade of the tall grasses. My small garden pond was not the
    destination, so once again she pushed herself up and started the
    march eastward toward the larger pond.

    She changed direction after she left my garden and headed down to
    the sidewalk. By now, more and more people were coming out to
    watch her progress. Slow and steady, with incredible strength
    and determination, she walked forward, never veering from her

    As she made her way, more and more children came out to see "The
    Turtle." I ran back home to check and see if this migration was
    normal at this time of year for snapping turtles. I discovered
    while searching the Web that we were seeing a rare occurrence in
    August. The turtle knew by instinct where her goal was, the
    other pond. And on trust and instinct, she followed her path.
    She knew where she had to go and her route.

    So for the next two hours, I became a turtle wrangler with my
    front porch broom, keeping kids at a safe distance, asking one of
    the children to run a get a water can of water to keep her moist
    as this journey was drying her out and that was not good for her.
    And above all else, keeping everyone out of her path, as that
    made her nervous and she would retreat inside her shell.

    Our goal became her goal, to help her along the sidewalk. The
    kids learned that snapping turtles hiss when provoked, and yes
    she will open her mouth and lunge her head forward and snap. Her
    long claws, about two inches long, made a louder noise on the
    sidewalk than a dog's nails on a sidewalk. They were amazed and
    in awe of this wondrous creature. All the children were so
    respectful of the turtle, as were the adults and some of the
    older teens. Pictures were being taken by cell phone cameras. As
    the procession slowly followed The Turtle, more and more children
    came out.

    Then suddenly after one of her rests, she changed direction. She
    turned off the sidewalk and she went down a path between the
    houses into a backyard. We quickly asked permission of the
    owners to follow her there. The owner of the home was enthralled
    at her visitor. Then the turtle was headed into the tall
    grasses, behind the houses. We knew she had to keep wet and we
    could not keep track of her in the tall grasses. So it was
    decided that we would try to get her into a box so we could carry
    her the last 2000 yards to the pond.

    She did not like the box. She hissed at the box on the ground and
    snapped at the side of it (that is how the kids got to see the
    actual shape and powerful bite of a snapping turtle). A newfound
    respect came over the kids.

    I kept guiding her from the tall grasses with the broom, and then
    suddenly she lunged forward, snapped at my broom, and went into
    the box.

    It took four kids to carry and run with the box to the pond. Kids
    were running after the box, parents were keeping up - all in one
    mission to help our Turtle to her destination, the pond. The
    Turtle knew when were getting close to the pond; she was clawing
    her way up the side of the box. Parents were praying the box
    would hold the turtle's weight. They could see the bottom of the
    box giving way as we approached the pond.

    Then suddenly we were at the pond, the kids gently tipped the box
    on its side. and magic happened! The Turtle, after her laborious
    two-and-a-half-hour walk on land, glided effortlessly into the
    pond, submerged, and was home. The pond that was Turtle's
    destination flows into the huge marsh at the south end of Lake
    Scugog, which is part of the Trent-Severn water system.

    Once the turtle was released, the kids shouted and whooped and
    cheered, their mission to help our Turtle complete. As our group
    of newly appointed turtle wranglers walked, some skipped back to
    the subdivision. They all chattered about how wonderful this
    adventure had been, how they wanted to name their turtle, how in
    just a short two-and-a-half hours this wonderful ancient creature
    captured their hearts. A lovely way to end their summer
    vacations and then go back to school to tell of their summer
    adventure with our Turtle.

    As for me? I saw it s the journey we take in this lifetime. We
    move forward, not resisting change, knowing our path in our
    hearts and following it by instinct, trusting and believing we
    will arrive at our destination no matter what is put in our way.
    And once we arrive, we are given the gift of freedom, of what we
    love to do, to be who we can be ... and simply glide through the
    rest of our journey, with help from special guidance that is
    always there for us, if we just accept that we are not alone and
    always guided.

    Great way to go through life.

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