For 12 hours, two herds of wild South African elephants slowly made their way through the Zululand bush until they reached the house of late author Lawrence Anthony.They some-how knew he had died on March 7th. He was a conservationist(Also the author of “The Elephant Whisperer: My Life with the Herd in the African Wild”) who worked hard to save their lives. They marched for 12 hours and loitered(for 2 days) at Anthony’s rural compound on the vast Thula Thula game reserve in the South African KwaZulu just to say goodbye to their friend.
“Oh my God.” James Rhodes stares at the campus green, doing his best not to throw up. What the hell? What the literal, actual hell? What the… he can’t even think of more things to think as he stares at the campus.
Thirty differently dressed clowns mill around, juggling and painting the faces of college students who are smiling and laughing for some ungodly reason. How is this real? Why would clowns be here? Who would want clowns here, and, furthermore, who the hell would want a clown close enough to paint their face?
James blinks, takes a deep breath, and forces it out, trying to stop himself from throwing up. He can’t throw up here, not at college. This is the place where none of the embarrassment from high school can follow him, and he’ll be damned if he ruins this clean slate for himself.
And no, he isn’t being overdramatic. His sister says he is, and his high school friends agree, but James isn’t. It isn’t overdramatic to dislike people who willingly paint themselves to look like disgusting nightmares, and it certainly isn’t overboard to be afraid of them.
James takes another breath, and then another, and clenches his hands into fists when a new voice calls, “Are you okay?”
yours and stoner!michael’s friendship was interesting, to say the least. you met when you were kids and you just fit. you knew he was your person - he was your perfect match, your soulmate as far as you were concerned - but as each year passed, things changed. you went from thinking of him as a brother to thinking of him on top of you, his lips on your neck as his hands explored your body. your sleepovers went from him sleeping on the floor after entering a candy coma to his body pressed against yours in your body.
it was only natural for the two of you to get an apartment together. it was a lot like you had planned when you were kids (you and michael used to talk about living in a castle with a dragon named daniel and eating pizza for every meal - it was magical.) you planned on disney marathons and pizza and chinese were your main meals. the two of you did actually look into bunk beds but decided against it, knowing whoever got the top bunk would end up on the floor.
but your disney marathons were accompanied by marijuana and too-close cuddles, much like tonight. your body was practically on top of his with your legs tangled underneath the blanket the was thrown over them and your face in his neck, brushing your nose along his scruff every now and then. your shirt was pulled up to just below your breasts, his fingertips slowly dragging along your side while you focused on drawing shapes on his bare stomach under his sweater, “accidentally” wandering too low and tracing the hem of his sweats. you pretended not to notice his breathing hitch.
“An amazing occurrence happened in South Africa when 31 elephants made a “Journey To Pay their Respect.” How did they know? Something that is greater and deeper than human intelligence informed them that their hero – the man who had saved their lives and many other animals – had made his transition from this earthly world. Lawrence Anthony (1950 – 2012), a legend in South Africa and author of 3 books including the bestseller "The Elephant Whisperer”, bravely rescued wildlife and rehabilitated elephants all over the globe from human atrocities, including the courageous rescue of Baghdad Zoo animals during the US invasion in 2003. On March 7, 2012 Lawrence Anthony died.
Two days after his passing, the wild elephants showed up at his home led by two large matriarchs. Separate wild herds arrived in droves to say goodbye to their beloved man-friend’. A total of 31 elephants had patiently walked over 12 miles to reach his South African House. Witnessing this spectacle, humans were obviously in awe not only because of the supreme intelligence and precise timing that these elephants sensed about Lawrence’s passing, but also because of the profound memory and emotion the beloved animals evoked in such an organized way.
Walking slowly – for days – they made their way in a solemn one-by-one queue from their habitat in the wild bush to his house. Lawrence’s wife, Francoise, was especially touched, knowing that the elephants had not been to his house prior to that day for well over 3 years! But yet they knew where they were going and they seemed to know why they were going to Lawrence’s home. The elephants obviously wanted to pay their deep respects, honoring their human friend who had saved their lives – so much respect that they stayed for 2 days 2 nights without eating anything.
After honoring Lawrence Anthony in the only way they could - in this touching and memorable tribute to the man who had saved them and many other animals around the world – these sentient creatures had proven they are wiser and more compassionate than the human race will ever be or ever realize. Then one morning, they left, making their long journey back home.“
Lawrence Anthony (conservationist and author of the elephant whisperer) passed away last weekend. An entire herd of elephants went to his house to mourn his passing. About 20 elephants from the Thula Thula Reserve gathered outside his home. What more proof do you need that animals feel complex emotions? “Anthony was convinced that they could communicate on another level. And now here they are, every night, coming to say goodbye.”