This morning I woke up, and do what I do every Monday morning: head to campus an hour before class to get my copy of the The Australian Weekend Ed and sit at Juicy Bits (campus cafe) with a warm cup of Chai and read. Upon opening the paper this morning, I was greatly disturbed. News from home struck at my heart, and I wanted to scream. On the front page of the World News section are pictures from the Gulf of Mexico Oil Spill. But not shots of the spill itself. Pictures of once beautiful sea creatures, caked in a slick, black evil from which they cannot escape.
I gripped the edge of the table, biting my lip to keep the tears that had formed in my eyes from spilling down my cheeks. I simply could not believe that mankind had let this happen. It was devastating, and it was all I could to go to class in one piece. You all know me... animal lover extraordinaire. I couldn't help it. The pain that those poor animals must have been feeling, to know that they are suffering, is more than I can physically bare.
But here I am, across the WORLD, not able to help. What can I do but send out my love and prayers for the victims of mankind's carelessness. If I were home, there is no doubt that I would be on a plane to the South with as much dish soap as I could carry to wash the black death off of the winged beauties. It really tore at my heart strings, and has yet to let go. My goal of saving innocent animals is freshly beating in my heart of hearts, and I will never stop helping them. I'm putting aside every selfish thought in my head, however few there are.
Let's embrace the animal kingdom with a whole new light, and promise to keep our fellow citizens on the same track. The men of BP deserve punishment for torturing innocent lives, regardless if they are human or animal. This situation better be fixed soon, or you might all find me on American soil rather soon.
Love.
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