My hate drives me. Maybe not my hate. When I become infuriated I could go two ways..down the gutter or through the roof. I wish my anger would take me higher. A bit ago on the news there was a giraffe from a Danish zoo that was shot, a young giraffe, only because his genetics were not needed for zoo population and conservation. Shot. That lit me up, so fiery, my passion ignited. There was in fact another willing party to take the giraffe in…but the decision was already made. Like a lab experiment the veterinarian shot and sliced the animal open in front of a crowd..an animal that was completely healthy before. Rye bread was put in front of the animal’s face before death, unknowing of what was going to happen. Feelings of disgust overcame me when I first saw all of this. I know that there are many more options other than simply shooting and feeding the animal to the lions (this was quite literal). The giraffe’s name was Marius. I will help animals like Marius.