I’ve never been really sure of what I wanted to be when I grew up. When I was still a little girl I stared to develop a fascination for things such as ghosts and sharks. I spent most of my time looking into either subject and watching videos and recordings, but then I eventually got bored and returned for my fascination for Barbies. It wasn’t until about two ears ago that I went scuba diving for the first time that I fell for sharks again. I saw a couple of nurse sharks just sitting there quietly but I was drawn to them almost instantly. They were rather large and had the liberty to simply turn around and bite my hand off, but the simply lay there and stared back.
I remember sitting with my dad on a weekend and watching the videos he had taken when he was younger during his diving trips. He used to love it: he even got in a cage with great whites and swam along with a whale shark. He stopped when I was born because he simply couldn’t afford to take such risks anymore, but he’ll never deny that he would be more than glad to jump right back in that cage to watch those amazing beasts.
When I think about what I want to do when I grow up I usually think about going for something I enjoy doing or something to help others but lately I have a growing grudge against the human race and it’s destructive nature, so I decided that it was enough with the people and what I want to help with is animals. “If I say that I’m more interested in preventing the slaughter of large whales than I am in improving human conditions for people, I am likely to shock some of my friends.” (Dawkins 9) I have done my research and I came across a man named Paul Watson, who is technically a pirate. This man will break the law in order to save whales from being haunted by Japanese ships and I think he should be praised for risking his life for the cause. Not many people realize what is going on and I’ve even heard someone say “overpopulation of the wrong fish” when referring to the murder of sharks for their fins.
It really makes me sad when people lack the heart (and the brain) to know that it is wring and that it is simply stupid to keep on doing it. There is something that prevents us from realizing that drowning sharks by cutting off their fins is torture and that is it just as bad as if it was done to one of us. I believe it might be biology that build that wall in our comprehension, but lets face it, its nothing that can’t be fixed.
domingo, 25 de octubre de 2009
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