We’re looking after George the Tortoise while my neighbours are away on holiday. Today it was my turn to clean up his human sized wee-wees and feed him strawberries, spinach and mushrooms. I’m saying “his” and “him”, but the professionals aren’t even sure yet. Nobody knows if George is a man or a lady. Not yet.
I was sweating it to start with. What if he doesn’t like me and doesn’t want to come out to play? Turns out we kinda like the same thing. As I sat with him on the floor, he instantly went for my shoes. Sniffing, licking, nibbling… George loves shoes! I like shoes too. And one thing became a lot clearer…
Some people deserve a second chance. Take my mother’s pen pal Cliff. Trust me when I say he’s had a really hard time growing up. I know this is never an excuse for any bad decisions made, but this guy has totally managed to turn his life around. From San Quentin State Prison California, where he’ll spend the rest of his days, he reaches out to teach others about anger management and the dangers of gang culture.
This one is for him.
I’ve made a little range of girly postcards for Cliff and this is the final one. He likes to swap or sell these in prison and I’m more than happy to help him.