This morning I received a soul-stunting letter that sliced into my Sunday daybreak coffee and took me back to a world decades ago where I grew up watching my mother express frequent concern for her very close animal control officer friend. Today's message, written by a shelter director, reminded me that although many wonderful advancements have occurred throughout a great number of years within the realm of animal welfare, the plight of those who care directly for those affected creatures remains the same. They're often hastily labeled murderers by those with no understanding of the ramifications therein. They're: "lazy," "not doing enough," "not listening," "not compassionate."
Even though there are instances where that may be true - where those with the sharpest finger-pointing and loudest bullhorns believe they're casting an immediate light of change through their perceived whistleblowing atop hollow stilts, there is never an instance where that sort of hate-parade reflects advancement. Positive change happens through sincerity and commitment, thick skin, lack of self, and the willingness to first become a student before one can be considered the professor. Certainly, we're all humanly capable and prone to err. However, when we begin to neglect the human element, the price we charge others for our mistakes is grievous beyond repair.