by Zachariah Atteberry
Me & Tiger
This is a short Autobiography of Zachariah Atteberry as requested by Michael (PoC Admin) - I didn't realise how interesting it would be when I asked. I asked because he writes poetry about cats and people might not know his age etc. If any other regular contributor feels inclined to write about themselves, that is fine and I will link the page that contains the autobiography to their avatar.
Zach's one page autobio..
Hello, my name is Zachariah Atteberry, and I live in Hannibal, Missouri. I have just turned 17 on December 2nd 2009.
I was born on a farm with 12 other children. During cancer, they said I had a 2% chance of living though it, in my mom's stomach.
Surprisingly I did make it, perhaps a miracle for me and the animals of the future? I was in foster care, while my mom was having thyroid cancer. I was out of foster care when I was 6, and started living with a 50 year old man, and my mom.
I wasn't allowed outside till I was 12. When I was 7 I had a cat, and the 2nd day it was just gone. I now realize, today that he shot it.
My mom told me that he was an animal abuser, and one that would kill any animal that bothers him.
He also abused me, and hit me when I did any little thing wrong, with a belt. Usually for such as an accident or not liking a certain food. That year every video game I have ever had was stolen from me, I don't know who, but it devastating. It pretty much just got worse from there until I was 15.
When I was aged 15, I realized that I really loved animals. I could never show it before, or I would be "disciplined."
Well I did get out occasionally and see other peoples' pets. I then began learning, and studying animals, and began promoting animal rights. That year was horrible to, I still had Aspergers (worst shy disorder) as said by Columbia.
I was so shy I couldn't talk to anyone, probably from the abuse. Every other day I would probably have a panic attack. We moved 3 times that year, and the old house was torn apart, because the man had a $50,000 debt!.
This year (reaching 16 years of age) has been the best by far. Animals have completely gave me the spirit to move on because I'm not living for myself. It is more as if I am living to help animals.
I realize my cause on earth now, to help animals. Therefore, I decided to want to be a vet/ and open my own shelter one day. I also began poetry, and adopted my cat tiger (age 5 months) from a pet shop; he was already declawed sadly. I began spreading claw management help, and the horrid declawing truth.
Aged 17, I'm glad to be where I stand now; helping animals is what really appeals to me. This Christmas I got veterinary books, and college writing tip books. I don't care about games no-more; fore it does not help animals.
I go to Hannibal High School; my last 2 years were horrid. My plans for the future, after next year, is to go to community college. After that I will transfer to Columbia College, and so forth.
After the abuse I been though and the tough times I've been though, I want to help animals, perhaps because I know the pain they feel.
Their pain is my pain; if they hurt I shall do my best to help them. I also am also volunteering at the humane society during school for credits, I also might be helping orphaned kittens soon, a great gift. My mom is also cured of cancer this year, and I'm gradually getting past my disability to.
In conclusion, I know the pain animals suffer, so I feel it's my obligation to help them anyway I can. I use to cry because of the abhorrent life I lived, and now all I want to do is help others.
Why don't humans see that we all feel the same pain; we share the same pain. We live harsh lives, but animals have it so much worse. I feel no greater happiness then helping animals. I'm also very against traumatic declawing, tail-docking, and ear-cropping.
I did my best to put this together. Thank you for reading. Please leave a comment or anything...Zach
Here is some of Zach's work (links added by Michael):
Hannibal, Missouri - Photo by Chicago Man (creative commons license)