A lovely story and a bit of poetry shared by a Woodstock Early Bird:
At high noon on Saturday an Early Bird Tipster was traveling down Central Street in front of The Red Wagon with her husband, who was driving, when he started to slow down their car. “Someone should save that turtle!” he said.
“Turtle? What turtle?” the Tipster cried.
She peered out to see a small turtle frantically making its way across busy Route 4 — and headed right into the path of an oncoming dump truck.
“Stop!” the Early Bird Tipster demanded. 
The husband stopped the car and the Tipster hopped out, snatched up the turtle just before it made it into the oncoming lane with the gigantic dump truck bearing down upon it.
The Tipster hopped back into the car with the turtle, the husband parked the car, the Tipster scurried across the street to the side lawn of the post office, went down to the brook, lowered herself down a small chasm carved out by the raging flood waters by hanging on to a rusted chain-link fence, and set the little turtle into a quiet cove of water.
One life saved.
It reminded the Early Bird Tipster of Emily Dickinson’s “Not In Vain.”
Not In Vain
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.
Julia Carlisle
Woodstock Early Bird 