Memoirs of an Amnesiac

I had always wanted to have a hamster for a pet. My friend said they make real messy poops and their urines smell so bad. So I scrapped them off my list. Like a dog, my sense of smell is my most pungent sense. Then, I met a younger friend who talked me into taking care of a guinea pig. Before I got one, I had to research everything I need to know to become a responsible pet owner. I later found out that I need to feed it many times over within the day so that it wouldn't die. But I couldn't. No one will do it for me either so I settled for a pet turtle that doesn't need much feeding and could go on for days without food.

Then I bought my first RES green turtle. I named her Patience, after the virtue that would somehow help me remember how to be one. I placed Patience in an aquarium filled with some small fish. Not long after, I went to White Gold House Inc. and saw some turtles lying (and some others with their shells turned upside down) on top of each other. I saw this other turtle and I could say it was love at first sight. I told my friend that I wanted to rescue him. So I bought him and named him Hope. Hope was badly injured and his back that used to be green (He had the same breed as Patience.) was scarily brown. I didn't want to touch Hope right then and there.

I learned a lot of things from Hope than all the pets I had before. (I had dogs that died, two cats that my mother hated, and a spider that my father accidentally stepped on.) Hope reminds me so much about hope, that virtue that no one should run out. One priest told me that if there is no hope, there is really nothing to aspire for. Our prayers are actually just assumptions that Someone out there would hear us (that is what he said). Without hope as a virtue, how else would we continue praying and hoping they would get answered?

Hope is that little voice in the darkness that says, "Everything is going to be all right. Just keep trusting." It is like a real human pat at the back that avers, "You're doing good. Tomorrow, you are really going to get the gold." A hug from a friend that reminds you, "Pain is not something that is going to stay. Someday, soon, you will heal." An affirmation that all bad things will finally come to an end and after the rain comes a beautiful rainbow.

Hope is already too grown up now. I had to transfer him to a new aquarium and a bigger one at that. He is also beginning to scare me with his size. I was having doubts whether I should give him away to some friends who come and visit our house. Patience, by the way died. She got smothered by the water in the aquarium (or just my theory).

I keep reconsidering whether I should give Hope away. He is after all, giving me these great musings about life...

Thank you so much, Hope...