Choosing Kindness
You’re walking through a slaughterhouse. The inside workings of which you are unfamiliar. Granted, we all know what goes on there, but little do most know, or even have the courage to find out, the process of turning animals into slabs of meat.
The sounds, as cold and steely as the actions of the place, the smell will assail your nostrils for many a day. But it is the vision that will never leave your heart and guide the choices you make.
You come across two tiny bleating baby goats. Questions are asked, and you learn they are newborns. Their mother, along with the rest of their clan, have already been “processed.”
They are now orphans. They are next.
What happens to the human heart in such places should disturb us all. What coping mechanisms does one need to put in place to not be moved by taking the life of another living being who does not want to die?
Realising they had a choice before them, our kind heart acted, and Choice and Chance now have the opportunity of lives truly worth living. But not before it was touch and go. Reeking of excrement and death upon arriving, and with umbilical cords still dripping with their newness to life, colostrum was thawed and delivered.
Now, having found their way out of the darkest of places, Choice and little Chance bear no remnants of their ordeal. Happy-go-lucky little kids are they, with the brightest of personalities. Seeing how their life has been transformed by the simple choice of one serves as the greatest reminder that we all have the power to change the trajectory of the world by the choices we make. And what better ones can we make than giving every being a chance at life truly worth living.