This I believe
Before I was 13 years old, I did not really care about anything other than myself. I just would go and squish innocent bugs and shoot birds and rodents with a bee bee gun. I had not realized how the animal or bug felt. I just cared about my own self. Now I believe in taking care of everything. It does not matter how big or how small, everything should be taken care of, even a bumble bee or a worm.
My family is one of the caring types and thinks that everything should live. An example of this happened with my dad before I was born. It was a dark stormy night. The wind was howling and the rain was pouring from the sky. It was in south Seattle in an industrial part of town. My dad was getting out of a night class at college and saw a water logged dog walking slowly by the road. The dog had long hair and was almost like a Bengie. My dad would not let a lonesome dog wander the night harmed. He pulled over toward the dog and saw that he did not have a collar or any way of identification. He was thin and very dirty. My dad decided to put the dog in the back of his car and take him home. But the first thing that he did was go to the nearest burger joint and get the dog a hamburger. The dogs name ended up being Max. Max was a good companion until he died in 2007. This story shows how my family cares about other animals.
At my cousin’s house in southeast Washington, they have tadpoles in their pool. They have many tadpoles because they live in the country. The pool is outside and the frogs lay the eggs in the pool. The problem is that when the summer comes the kids want to go swimming. The water needs t be cleaned out with bleach. The tadpoles die, unless I take them out and bring them to my grandparent’s house which is also in the country. I help and rescue all of the tadpoles before my cousins bleach the pool. The tadpoles are dropped off in my grandparent’s creek.
I believe in taking care of everything. I think that every living being deserves to live. I should take care of myself, the world, my friends, and the trees.
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