I am on a bus, on my way out of a tour at a horse sanctuary. It was a first for me…I had to walk away, knowing that I could not express the ideas and opinions in my head. It wasn’t because I wasn’t sure what to say, or how to word it, it was because I knew that we were too far apart in the conversation. We would never see eye to eye and neither of us would be able to be rational in our discussion.
When the conversation turned to horse slaughter, and comments were being made that equated the horses in the rescue to children, I knew that our views were not compatible. So I decided to walk away. Sometimes in life you need to know “when to hold ’em and when to fold ’em,” and this was one of those moments.
Why did I walk away?
It was the right thing to do. We were on a tour, I was a guest on a farm and I had no business criticizing her decisions on her home turf. It would have been rude, impolite and unacceptable. But it doesn’t change how I feel, and it most certainly didn’t change my opinion.
But I did learn a lesson on how to walk away, and exercising control.
My tongue will heal from biting it, my brain is spinning from the information and I was motivated to break out my blog…so it was a great experience.
But I will admit that I did not leave anything in the donation box. That was as loud of a statement that I could make.
I think you made a wise choice. Some people will never see the other side of the issue.