Day 24: Bacon

Day 24

Have you ever sat there cooking bacon and realize how much you have in common with it?

No?

I should expect those men with a white coat for me soon then.

I am serious though.

As I was cooking bacon for breakfast this morning, feeling icky, and thinking poor bacon.

First you were this brand new little piglet, all happy and having everything you needed to get big and strong.

Just when you felt old enough to understand the world and conquer it, along comes the farmer to shoot you down and chop you into little pieces.

After all that torture you get to live a happy life among other pieces of bacon who went through the same thing.

You just get settled into your new life when BAM!

Someone comes along opens up your nice safe packaging and throws you into a hot pan.

They keep you separated from all the other bacon so you feel all alone in your suffering.

Just as you start to get use to the fire on the one side and think you can handle this BOOM!

You get flipped over and they give your a whole new torture.

Still not being close to bacon friends you feel alone in your struggles and pain.

Just when you think your going to burn to a crisp and can take no more, someone comes along and takes you off the heat and you end up on this nice cool surface.

It is there you are piled with all your other bacon friends, and you realize you weren’t alone in your struggles and pain; they went through it with you.

Your life is now complete and you are happy.

The only thing left is to eaten, so someone else can see how tasty you have turned out.

YUM!