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Wednesday, July 20, 2005
What's in a Name? I got called a wimp yesterday - by more than one person. Yesterday morning, I arrived at corn detasseling ready to do the day's work. One of the 'head guys' came to our group of Southsiders and asked us if we'd like to do a different job than detasseling. "You'll have it better off than the others," he told us. We agreed and they told us what was to be done. We would all take hoes and walk through the fields cutting down the stalks that weren't supposed to be there. (I forget now what it was called.) I, personally, did not think it was any easier than detasseling. I actually thought it was harder. But...we worked. We worked for 6 hours (taking a few water breaks inbetween) and then finally had lunch. As we were coming out of the last field before lunch, I made up my mind that I couldn't go on. So, when the men told us at about 1:30 that it was time to get back to work, I told everyone that I was going to call my mom and tell her I wasn't going to work anymore. I had a pretty bad headache and just felt like I couldn't do it any more. Several people got pretty mad at this. I tried to ignore them and just told them I'd already made up my mind. They started walking down to the field and I started crying. I had my cell phone, so I called my mom and told her that I just couldn't work anymore. She called my dad and they both decided she should come pick me up. There were two problems. 1.) I didn't know where we were away from the main Grey's Seed building. 2.) We were supposed to take Natalie home and she'd continued working. I told my mom I'd just wait and lie down in the grass till the others were done. They were supposedly "almost finished". About 20 minutes later, my headache grew a lot worse. I started to feel sick to my stomache. A couple guys who worked at Grey's Seed came along in a truck to drop something off for our workers. They picked me up and took me over to the main Grey's Seed building. I willed myself not to throw up in the back of the man's truck. Thankfully, I didn't. I called my mom and she got to Grey's Seed at about 10 til 3:00. We waited for about 45 minutes. I was getting more miserable all the time. I suggested asking Mrs. Burris if Isaac Ray could instead take Natalie home. My mom called her and she said it was fine. So, we left a note on the Ray's car and left. I threw up three times in the car. Thankfully, my mom is a wonderful, prepared lady and had brought a bucket. As I was lying down at home, trying to recover, I heard thunder. I started laughing, as bad as I was feeling. In the fields, I had been praying. One of the things I asked of God was that He would make it rain. It makes me smile now even to think about it. Almost like an "inside joke" with God. Sorry about this long, drawn out story. I told it simply to say that I am glad to be called a wimp if it simply means that I know when I can and cannot do something. My mom knew I knew yesterday. That's why I'd like to have this post sort of dedicated to her. Guys, mom's are the absolute best. We take them for granted every day! Would you want to come pick up some sick person if you had to drive for half an hour? Would you clean up puke for a person three or more times? Would you take the initive to not scold, but comfort someone who had just quit a job? I don't think many of us would do that. And even if we would, would we do it without even thinking twice about it? I'm going to go give my mom a big hug and tell her that I love her and thank her for everything she's done for me. Charity | 1:14 am Comments-[ comments.] |
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