Sunday, June 24, 2018

Dear diary polution story


“Have you ever wondered what secrets the ocean holds? Well, this is something I found out on the 22nd of October 2012”.

Dear Diary,

Today I was at the beach having a normal day just like any other human being, I wanted to get wet but it was too cold, so I went and sat next to the ocean. Sometimes I wonder what’s in the ocean and what secrets the ocean holds. I decided to dip my hand in the ocean, at that very moment I discovered all the answers to my question. When I felt the touch of the frozen sea upon my hand, I found a pathway to the honest truth, more like the disgusting truth about what’s in the ocean.


When I looked inside the pathway I saw bottles, glass, rubber bands and much more disgusting old rubbish. The worst thing was the blackness at the end of the pathway it smelled like oil, oil that had just been dumped in the sea, I also saw something shocking, there was a turtle wrapped in a plastic six-pack can holder, the turtle was being strangled to death.

I had to do something so I laid face down on the sand and crawled into the opening of the pathway. I found it hard to breathe due to the disgusting smell of all the rubbish. Once I had grabbed a hold of the turtles back flipper I pulled it towards me and started cutting the plastic, I used the pocket knife that I keep in my pocket for emergency purpose. Well, this sure was an emergency.


Once the turtle was safe I brought it up to the surface with me, placed it on top of the ocean and watched it glide away into the far distance. On my way home I picked up lots of pieces of rubbish that was left on the streets.
When I got home I reflected on what I had seen, from that day on I vowed to clean up the streets and pick up all the rubbish. Now I know what is happening in our street and in the ocean, so I know how to help keep the world be clean and stay healthy, we are not the only ones who have to stay healthy other things too.

“BE A PART OF THE SOLUTION NOT PART OF THE POLLUTION”





      

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