What was your epiphany to start loving animals? Tell your story for Peta (and us!)

August 11, 2007

I first started hearing and learning about the horrors of turning animals into fur coats when I was in high school (back in the late 80's). I wrote essays on the issues and got an A+ on my "Making of a fur-free society" paper. During college, I began to realize that by boycotting fur, I was not really helping massive amounts of animals as I lived in Texas (and still do) and knew that I couldn't afford a fur even if I wanted one. So, I thought "hey, why don't I STOP eating animals". A few years later, I became vegetarian. That lasted for 11 years and then in June of 2006, I skimmed through my monthly enews from Peta and saw something that said "KFC Tortures Chickens", along with Pamela Anderson's KFC Expose'. It especially sparked my interest and for some reason, I finally looked behind the facade and opened my eyes to the realities of factory farming. The kicker was www.meetyourmeat.com and I went vegan the day after watching it! It changed my life like I never imagined it

could. As awful as it is to watch, I wish I would have watched it the day it was released! Shannon Morgan <fortheanimals wrote: What's your story when you realized you loved all animals? I thought this was a really good idea, I think maybe each of us had an epiphany that set us in motion for the animals' rights later on. Post your letters, I think it would be interesting. http://peta.com/feat-epiphany.asp Here's mine. I was born on a family farm. I know what you're thinking, but..... I was always sad for the animals even though I was born into the cruelty and

witnessed plenty. I never got desensitized. I used to love playing with the piglets in the dirt, watch the baby calves buck and butt heads in play. My horse was my best friend, and I had many pet chickens, one that rode around on my shoulder like a parrot! (No cages - we didn't farm them - just pets). But, I always cried when the trailer of death came for the cattle and pigs. Problem: we had mice in our house, so my parents set mousetraps all over the house. I didn't realize what would happen at 5 years old, but one night while I was going to sleep I hear a snap and high pitched screaming. I ran to the kitchen and saw a horrific sight - a mouse's back practically smashed in half and a mouse struggling to get out of a trap. I quickly opened the trap and he miraculously scurried off. I was elated that he was alright. I went around the entire house that and

every night (after my parents were asleep) and disabled every single trap and we never caught another one. My dad finally just found where they were coming from and fixed it. Duh. I believe all animals are equal to us, they just don't speak our language. "Think occasionally of the suffering of which youspare yourself the sight" Albert Schweitzer Moody friends. Drama queens. Your life? Nope! - their life, your story. Play Sims Stories at Games. Animals are my friends. I don't

eat my friends.http://www.iklipz.com/MovieDetail.aspx?MovieID=b78dcab6-a408-4659-b1f4-72d1fe7cfe0c

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