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"When I was a child, I had a little jar in the kitchen of my family's
apartment.
It was usually about a third of the way full of quarters, dimes, and nickels.
It wasn't a swear jar, nor was it for allowance or anything like that. I had
set it there myself, and it was my mother and stepfather who were putting in
the coins.
I had instituted a rule; any time they threw a cigarette butt on the ground
outside, I charged them 25 cents. I planned to give the money to a charity to
help plant trees.
I was one of those kids. The super annoying miniature activists. I read about
conservation, I organized little clean-up crews to pick up garbage on the
school playground, and I even convinced my elementary school principal to plant
a little flower garden out behind the schoolyard.
That garden never actually flourished, of course — turning a hundred kids loose
on a pile of fresh dirt made sure of that. It was a very compact mud hill
before very long.
The point is, that I've always cared deeply about the environment. I've always
worried about how many animals were going extinct due to human-caused problems,
and I've always worried about the specter of climate change looming on the
horizon.
And yet, through it all, I had hope. As evidenced by my little cigarette-butt
jar, I always thought that there was time to turn things around if people could
be made to acknowledge the problem.
I'm beginning to lose that hope now. I'm honestly starting to get scared."
Cheers,
*** Xanni ***
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mailto:xanni@xanadu.net Andrew Pam
http://xanadu.com.au/ Chief Scientist, Xanadu
https://glasswings.com.au/ Partner, Glass Wings
https://sericyb.com.au/ Manager, Serious Cybernetics
