Help for our planet

In high school I was worried that there would be no birds in the woods and that the trout wouldn't survive in the rivers. Something had to be done about pollution! The threat seemed so great that I even debated abandoning my plans to go to college in order to work in a wilderness area. Maybe that would be doing my part to save the osprey and the quail, the sea otter and the redwood trees.

Books about pollution were passed around at school, and we had long discussions about what could be done. I started making small efforts to clean up the environment. I rode my bike to school instead of going by car. I checked the labels before buying grocery store products to see if they were biodegradable. My family agreed to recycle paper and glass.

One day around dusk as I watched the little killdeer fly low over the stubble fields where their nests were, I thought, "O God, please don't let this all disappear." That was the first time I prayed about pollution; it just seemed like the natural thing to do.

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October 8, 1984

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