A Snail's Tale on Tightrope Tuesday

            This is a short one.

            It’s the story of something that happened a few years ago.

            Casey, my younger son, was about six.

            We have a lot of snails where we live. They’re always sliming their way across the walkway.

            On this occasion, Casey noticed a snail as he headed toward the car. Generally he moves them to safety, but we were in a hurry to get somewhere.

            On our return home, he discovered the snail had been stepped on.

            Smooshed.

            Eviscerated.

            “Mommy, I could have saved him,” Casey cried.

            He said, “Why didn’t I move him into the grass when I saw him before?”

            I told him, “Casey, you can’t save everyone.”

            I looked into his sad eyes and said, “There are no super heroes.”

            Finally, I advised him, “The only heroic thing you can do is to save yourself.”

            That’s it.

            Told you it was short.