The Ethics of the Carnivore
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Sal,
Your entry made me cry. You do work in a Holy Place and yours is a hard job but I’m glad that there’s someone with your heart and compassion to do it.
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The only reason I didn’t cry, too, was because Tech Man was sitting right next to me, and he already probably thinks I’m a big wuss. ;o) Seriously, though, I feel honored to know someone who cares so deeply about what they do.
I won’t go so far as to label where I work a holy place, but I do feel a great ethical responsibility for my work. When I was in college I had a professor who was so obviously bored with what he did that I hoped I would find something that I could be passionate about so I wouldn’t end up like that. I wish everyone searched for and found the Great Reasons for what they do. Reading your entry made me feel not so alone.
There are a few of us here at DD that have found honor in their work. Welshamethyst and TraumaMama come to mind. I’m glad to have found them, too.
Wow, that is a really great entry. I am really just at a loss for words…
I can relate to having to turn your feelings off. Been there, do that.