A few months ago, near the end of Autumn, I was walking home
from one of my frequent sojourns into the village when I noticed something
under a telephone pole at the intersection ahead. As I got closer, I realized
that it was a tiny, baby squirrel and it was very much alive! I was amazed to
find it there because it was such a barren corner. It was in front of one of
the old black churches in town but there were absolutely no trees anywhere to
be found nearby. And it was too far away from the church itself to have come
from somewhere there. At first, fearing the mother might be near by and would
be looking to reclaim it, I didn’t want to touch it. However, the more I looked
around the more I realized that wasn’t going to happen.
Well, I certainly couldn’t leave the poor thing there and my
house was just a block away, so I scooped it up not really knowing what the
hell one does with a baby squirrel. I thought to myself, “do I REALLY want to
do this? What the hell am I going to do with a baby squirrel on my hands,
especially since I have a cat in the house?” But I couldn’t just leave it there
to die, which it certainly would have done in short order. Besides, once I got
her in my hand, she didn’t resist at all. In fact, she seemed comforted by it,
fitting snuggly in my palm.
When I got to my house, I immediately looked for some kind
of box or container that I could keep it in safely until I figured out what the
heck to do with it. Luckily, the recycling had not been put out and I found the
perfect cardboard box. I fluffed a towel in the bottom and placed the squirrel
in, closing the top so that the cat couldn’t get to it.
Then I looked for help.
One of the positive things about social media is that when
used properly it can put you in contact with all types of people with all kinds
of skills. So, I made a photo of the little critter and put it at on Facebook
while asking for help. In a matter of minutes, I received several responses
from wildlife rehabbers all over the area. In fact, there were more than I
could use! Since they all seemed caring and interested, I decided to choose the
first one that responded. Her name is Taryn Dow. She gave me some basic
instructions to keep the little one safe until she could get there to take
possession of her. She also explained that, believe it or not, squirrels are
considered wild and can only be cared for by a licensed animal rehabilitator,
of which she was. I was much relieved!
Taryn drove immediately from Montvale, NJ to my place in
Nyack, a trip of about a half hour. She thanked me for making the effort and
transferred her from the box to a proper cage. She determined that it was a
female and asked if I would like to give her a name. I thought for a second and
said, “Chance. I’d like to call her Chance because that’s all I could give
her”. The rest would be up to her and Taryn. Taryn further explained that
she would do her best to raise Chance through the winter and then release her
back to her natural habitat in the Spring when she would have the best chance
of surviving.
Over the next 6 months or so, Taryn would post videos and
stories of how Chance was not only surviving but thriving! She got bigger,
stronger and healthier until she got to the point when it was time for her to
be released. From Taryn’s correspondence it was obvious that the two had bonded
and that letting her go would be very difficult. But she also knew that it was
the RIGHT thing to do. Chance was born free and deserved the best life
possible. Taryn just posted that the day had come and with mixed feelings let
her go to lead the life she was destined for.
Now, this story about an orphaned squirrel might leave my
readers thinking what the heck is this doing in an opinion column. Well, it’s
in the message.
I could have looked away when I first spotted that little
thing. That would have been the easiest thing to do. After all, does the world
REALLY need another squirrel? Probably not. There are plenty of them. But
that’s not the point. It’s not about a squirrel. It’s all about
compassion, doing the right thing at the right time and for the right reasons.
Compassion doesn't judge – it ACTS and in a way that often defies logic or
reason. In fact, acting this way can come in conflict with our own best
self-interests. Yet, there are times that it is an irresistible force.
Unfortunately, we seem to be entering an era where
compassion and kindness are being associated with weakness. The MAGA crowd
seems hell bent on forcing an agenda where cruelty IS the point. Mass
deportations, often of innocent people including sick children, are now
expected AND accepted. Due Process has been ignored. Funding has been cut in
education, health, the environment, and the arts. The LGBTQ+ community and
women’s rights are under constant attack. All under the guise of Making America
Great Again.
It's maddening because when we lose our compassion, we also
lose our humanity. We resort to “The Lord of the Flies” mentality where only
the strong survive. Well, I refuse to accept that. I know that TRUE strength
comes from our ability to protect the weak and innocent, i.e. our compassion.
And, in the ultimate paradox, I’m willing to fight to keep it that way. THIS is
what made America great and will again.