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I believe in recycling.

 

Yes, I have always loved the great outdoors, yes, I have always had a penchant for dirt and bugs and for clipping the plastic from six packs so animals wouldn’t get strangled. But, I never thought I would come to live and breathe the world as consciously as I do today. It wasn’t a choice I made, but rather an unexpected event that showed me my starkest flaw—attachment—and gave me my greatest gift: a most necessary lesson in science.

 

When I was five, we sold the family’s gray caravan and I cried for days at the loss. When I was twelve I cut my hair for the first time—three inches off—and wept at that loss as well.