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    I couldn’t agree more with your thought process and your conclusion.

    I was particularly struck by your comment, “… if the prospective diner were required, in person, to choose a living animal, and, looking into her or his eyes, slaughter her or him (regardless of method), we would see many millions more people opting for a “meatless” meal.”

    I think making that connection is the key event that needs to occur for people if we are to reduce (in a perfect world, eliminate) meat consumption. For me, my “awakening moment” was when I was served a particularly veiny, thick slice of turkey. With knife and fork in hand, I looked down at my plate and made the connection — I was eating the carcass of what was once a living, breathing animal. It was the fact that I saw it’s vein, a piece of the animal, rather than it being all ground up into an even more faceless burger, that allowed me to make the connection.

    I’ve read accounts of others who make the connection upon seeing a trailer truck of cows or pigs on the highway being driven to their deaths. You drive by and look into their eyes.

    For my husband it was going to a petting farm at an apple orchard. We spent the afternoon watching and petting the adorable baby pigs, sheep and cows. At the very next meal my husband announced he would no longer be eating pigs, sheep or cows. He’d made the connection.

    I’m curious for anyone else commenting…what was your experience? how did you make the connection?

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    Even though i had adopted a vegetarian diet 40 years ago, i had lapsed tempor-
    arily for short periods.

    Then, in 2003, it was my great good fortune and privilege to make the acquaintance of an animal commonly referred to as a Guinea Pig. She had been rescued by a dear friend, from a family who, though well meaning, were, sadly unable to perceive the Great Spirit that resided in this little animal, and they had decided to find another home for her. Interestingly, though, they had, most appropriately, named her “Angel”.

    A couple years later, my friend, recognizing how smitten I was by Angel, was
    kind enough to allow me to take her in as my roommate where I live.
    Living with Angel, I clearly realized and understood that all the sensitivity, gentleness, spirit, and pure joy of living that I unmistakably saw in her, are all there in all the animals who, through no fault of their own, are consigned to suffer because people regard them as a commodity, and they are powerless to defend themselves.

    it saddens me deeply that there’s nothing I can say or do to change this
    …but then I have some “problems” with some aspects of NATURE ITSELF, so, at least this juncture in world history, I guess I’m something of “the odd man out”, or, at least, part of a very small minority…but, who knows, perhaps in a thousand years….

    Keep Hope Alive!

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