Friday, July 1, 2011
I was involved in a conversation recently on Facebook. The topic "Monkeys found in Oregon" was an article about how researchers in Oregon found a link between a naturally occurring disease found in monkeys was linked to MS. I did some further research on this, and discovered that the monkeys have been dying in Oregon starting in 1986 from an unknown disease. This disease has since been identified as the monkey form of MS. Recently (in the last 5 yrs or so?) they have discovered a vaccine that prevents the monkeys from getting the disease.
To me, that is a sign of hope for the future, that a cure or vaccine will be available for humans. Might be too late for me, but it could maybe save future people not even born yet.
Diane's post then started a conversation about whether it was right to use animals for research. One person felt it was very wrong. Using animals, is cruel, inhumane, and inexcusable. Doesn't matter that the outcome benefits future generations. It is just wrong. For her, it was very black & white.
I can understand that viewpoint. I don't agree with it. I guess I think sometimes the ends can justify the means. I don't like to see animals hurt or tortured. I don't like to see any innocents hurt or tortured. But I also know that research can result in things that save lives. Do I value an animal's life more than a human's? The other person mentioned they valued the animal's life more than their own. But would they value the animal more than an innocent child? where to draw the line? My world is more grey.
M & I recently went on a bike ride organized to raise moneys for a local community park. The route went over some rural roads, through some farm land. We past a farm house, which had a lady outside tending a flower garden in her front yard. 3 huge turkeys were walking up to the rode nearby. We stopped to take pictures and talked with the lady. The turkeys (2 toms and a hen) were beautiful. The Tom's were strutting their feathers all puffed. The lady said they were very social. That they follow them around and seem to like people. She mentioned they had gotten the turkeys to raise and have for Thanksgiving dinner last year, then planned to have them over Christmas, then for Easter. Finally they faced the truth that the turkeys were just pets. They couldn't bear to eat them. She said the hen has sat on eggs, but that they take the eggs from her because they couldn't face having 20 some-odd turkeys following them around.
I could never be a farmer and raise animals to eat. M's dad W talked about having beef cattle for a period of time, but made the mistake of naming them. Then he couldn't bear to take them to slaughter. They became pets, he did end up selling them. If I was to have cows, or pigs, or chickens or any other animal that I was trying to raise with the intent of eating their meat, I know I couldn't do it. I would get too attached. But that doesn't make me want to become a vegetarian. I still like to eat meat. See, grey.
I'm a softie when it comes to animals, and really any innocent. I don't really want to see anyone hurt. Although there have been people in my life that I wouldn't shed a tear for, and I really do think there are people that have no conscience and are pure evil. I'm not sure I would care if they were the ones to get hurt.
I have written about our cats. They are part of the family. They were all rescue kittens. And they have a good life. Diane mentioned about how it could be viewed very wrong that we humans try to domesticate wild things (cats) and that that could be considered just as cruel in some ways as keeping monkeys in Oregon. What about birds? People keep birds like canaries or parrots as pets. Keep them in a cage. Clip their wings so they can't fly off. Is that right? where do you draw the line?
I just don't see the world in black and white. I can't. There are so many shades of grey, I can't tell where that line is. I think it might vary on the circumstance. I just don't think there is any hard fast answer.
Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. People choose their friends but can't choose their family.
Sometimes friendship bonds are tighter than family bonds.
Something happened recently that made M question who her friends are. Specifically whether someone she considered as one of her best friends was really even a friend at all. In my opinion some of what the "friend" did was a betrayal of trust, friendship, and was inexcusable. Yet the friend blew it off, no big deal. Loss of trust is a big deal. Especially when it violates ethics, almost gets M into legal trouble, with potential of losing her license, potential of screwing up her passing a security clearance for her job.
So, yeah it was a big deal. So, yeah, K you can't just forge some one's name on a legal document and then say "oops" no biggie...it was just "temporary" until the "real" document showed up.
Once someone betrays trust, then you doubt everything about that person. And I think it makes you look at all your relationships in a new light. At least M did. She came to the conclusion she really didn't have any "real" friends.
Personally I think she has friends, same as I have friends, sometimes the friends you think are close, aren't so close, and sometimes the ones you tend to overlook are the ones that will be there for you when things get tough.
I think the old saying is true that each of us impact so many people, so many lives, in small imperceivable ways, and we never realize it. Yet because of things we say or do, we can have great impact on others. In a good way or a bad way.