In which a tree-hugging, liberal neo-hippy vegan mama writes about her life as a transplanted Gringa in Ticolandia, animal rights, human rights, and anything else that might strike her fancy. She swears a lot and she can be rather snarky. You've been warned.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Hope and inspiration from great sadness
I read the other day about several gorillas that had been shot and killed in Virunga National Park in the Democratic Republic of Congo, apparently as a sign of protest against the park rangers. The gorillas are under extreme pressure from groups fighting each other, and park rangers put their lives on the line for the survival of these animals. One man who is truly inspiring is Paulin Ngobobo, the head ranger of the southern sector of Virunga National Park. He works for next to nothing, in harsh conditions, but he will not give up on them, no matter what. He speaks of the gorillas like a second family, and through all of this tragedy, he remains a hopeful voice for their future. Ngobobo's blog may be difficult to read, though if you can emotionally get through it, you may find some inspiration in his words. I certainly do. Thank (whatever deity it is you wish to thank) for the Ngobobos of the world. How would we make it without them?
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