Today seemed like a good day for second chances, lost causes and hoping for the best. So why not get out in the sprinkling rain and pick up a kitten literally clawing its way across the parking lot. The chance for survival – poor at best. This small living and breathing sightless thing that was too weak to walk but yet stubborn enough to drag itself very slowly across the concrete facing off with the garbage truck plowing its way toward it…. it seemed like a good day for a second chance.
I’m not one prone to stopping and picking up the random stray cat or dog but as I sat in Christian’s jeep facing off with a Waste Mgt. garbage truck with about 8 ounces of fur and 50 feet between us I recognized a kindred spirit in that kitten; claws out and fighting. As I sat there I thought about Christian always fighting for the underdog (or cat). How many fights did he take on for someone else that he could have just stood back or walked away from – but that wasn’t Christian. So like a crazy woman, I jumped out of the jeep and waved the garbage truck down so I could rescue a scrawny, eyes stilled closed, mouth breathing (which in nursing school I was taught Was Not a good sign) kitten. I guess it was a good day for second chances. Now we just had to make sure it didn’t become a lost cause….
This post is dedicated to TW. Non-believer. Creator of lost causes…. which motivates those of us who are champions of second chances and lost causes.