Reporter: Hello, Mr. Bulb.

Bulb: H-hello.

Reporter: What was it like to be an abused lightbulb?

Bulb: It was.. horrible. Every day, the constant off, on, off, on, off, on, off, on.... I.. I need my medication. There, that's better. The worst thing about being an abused light is that you think it's your fault.

Reporter: You mean you thought it was your fault that you were in that situation?

Bulb: Yes. It feels like you must have done something awful to be punished so badly... I've gotten over the guilt now, but there are still times when I feel some blame.. And then there's the nightmares.

Reporter: Nightmares? About your old situation?

Bulb: Yes. Even in my sleep I feel like I'm getting turned on, off, on, off, on, off, on...

Reporter: How did you get out of your enslavement?

Bulb: A man.. more of an angel, really, suddenly took me from my bondage and put me in a bag with many others like me. Then he set me free into the wild.

Reporter: That's a beautiful story. Is there anything you would like to say to that man?

Bulb: Yes. I owe you my life, man! You and all the rest of us who were saved!

Reporter: Thank you for your time, Mr.Bulb. To everyone reading this, I would like you to remember something. There are millions of lights in slavery just like Mr.Bulb used to be. I urge you to sign the petition on the "Save the Lightbulbs" page, and give them a chance!

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