I watched four rescues in a row. One was an
underwater photographer, shooting dolphins. Suddenly a hammerhead showed up and the dolphins drove it away. Next was a priest who
appeared at a crash site, where the emergency team was flagging. After a prayer, they were able to cut open the car and save the girl inside. But the priest had disappeared before anyone could thank him. Then was a sweet
video
of a turtle who righted his topsy turvy friend. Finally there was a
news story about an elderly woman who was feeling ill. Her twenty-two pound cat would not stop pawing her and meowing with an eerie sound. Eventually the woman called 911 and was admitted with a heart attack.
While I am not motivated to adopt a fat cat or a reptile, I find the theme of rescues charming. People and animals seem to be prone to helping one another. It is why we are here on this planet for a brief sojourn. And the opportunity to be of service to one another necessitates one thing. We need to take turns being the one rescued.
Proximity in marriage makes these rescue/rescuer scenarios easier, unless of course you are one of those bravado types that believes you are better off invincible. When I needed a little extra care for medical reasons this week John brought me tea and a high fiber lunch. He even opened the door when they wheeled me to the car. I did not respond as quickly the next day when Benjamin suggested he stay home from school on account of a queasy stomach. Whether or not he is fibbing I could have used it as a chance to offer comfort.
Maybe I will be more dolphin like next time.
