Write about a time when you didn’t take action but wish you had. What would you do differently?

I remember driving to my parents home on the Delmarva Peninsula, and I was behind a chicken truck on a Monday morning. There were assorted feathers littering the road, and I looked at the poor chicken that had to sit right next to the muffler.

I thought to myself I’m not eating meat anymore and then possibly those chickens will not fill the truck.

I want vegetarian that day.

In hindsight that didn’t make much sense because the only thing saving that chicken was going full scale vegan. The chicken industry is cruel business.

Finally

I went vegan many years later and wish I had sooner.

2 responses to “Stuck Behind A Chicken Truck”

  1. Joel Dippold Avatar
    Joel Dippold

    We passed one of those trucks recently. I pointed out the chickens to my wife, who doesn’t consider herself a vegetarian, and we agreed on the miserability of all those lives being shepherded to their doom. Seeing that truck was a rarity, though. We almost never see industrial-scale “animal husbandry” in action, so the argument against it feels hypothetical, when in reality it’s literally life and death. Just life versus death.

  2. K Mark Schofer Avatar

    I see them when we head up to Seattle often. I get momentarily depressed when we pass one. My parents live in Delaware, where chicken trucks are more common than Subarus.

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

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A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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