I have always been one of those people who would stop and pick up a turtle that was stranded in the middle of a highway and carry him on across the road in the direction he was traveling. This Saturday however, after photographing for hours on the hot cedar glade (more than 700 photographs) I wasn’t feeling very energetic. I was tired, thirsty, and hungry. So when I rounded a bend in the highway on my way home and spied a large slider in the middle of the road, I didn’t stop. I just slowed down gave him a wide berth and kept going. “Maybe he will make it across without my help”, I thought. But one glance in the rear view mirror and I was afraid he wouldn’t. A car came barreling around the corner. I watched in horror, kicking myself for not stopping and moving the turtle out of the road.  Suddenly, the car slowed, the flashers came on, and a woman jumped from the car, picked up the turtle and carried him across the road to safety. I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. Here on a country road in Tennessee I witnessed the good side of humanity. In a world full of wars, murder, recessions and oil spills, there is still hope. If everyone just does there little bit of good everyday, there is hope…