I grew up on a farm. My brother and I were out in a field with his shotgun one day when a flock of blackbirds flew over. I fired into the flock, hitting one unfortunate bird. I was thrilled at my marksmanship, never having expected to hit anything. Feeling victorious, I picked the little bird up, only to find he wasn’t dead yet. He wrapped his little claws around my finger reflexively, like a newborn baby does. It broke my heart that I had taken his life for no reason other than my own pleasure. That was when I learned every creature’s life is as precious to it as mine is to me. I’ve never wanted to harm another since then.