I was driving home the other day when as I came up on Wildwood to the junction with Mahaley there was a snapper, right there in the middle of the road. I stopped the truck, got our, and walked back to where he was. Picked him up, and as I was walking back to the truck he was snapping at the air as I was holding way back on his shell. But he was pissed, and wanted with all his heart to heart who/whatever it was that had taking him from his chosen path.
I laid him down in the bed of the truck, jerking my hands away before he could spin and snap my finger off. Getting back in the truck I drove on home, and turned into the driveway stopping in front of the gat in front of the pond where I got out, went back to the bed where the snapper was. Standing on the running board I reached down, picked him up, and walked over to the pond where I dropped him into the water at the edge of the pond. He looked up, turned around, and swam to where the water was deep enough for him to dive, and dove out of sight into the muddy water with no idea that he had been rescued, just a profound irritation at my having interfered with its life, and a great desire to snap my fingers off!
How many times have you helped someone and they disappeared from your life with no sign of gratitude? Well if you were doing it for their thanks you were doing it for the wrong reason. You should help other for your own well being, not their thanks and gratitude. If that is your reason for helping then that is your reword or disappointment. If you do it just because you can, then you store your reward in heaven.
© Rexx
