Real agri-culture on display
June 24, 2011 1 Comment
I know there are good people in the world, though sometimes it seems they are harder to find. It also seems more and more people are willing to sacrifice values, truth, and service, just to further an agenda, and talking sense to them can sometimes seem like talking to a telephone pole.
But I had that all put aside as I read a story today about ‘real’ agri-culture. It was the story of the kind of people I grew up with, the kind who have faith, who put their neighbors ahead of themselves, who believe in serving others in their community. People who just have an embedded culture of true ‘good’ that most can’t comprehend. Many others out there who grew up on farms in the Midwest and other places will know what I mean.
This story is from the Salina Journal newspaper in Kansas, and chronicles a day in the life of agri-culture. Neighbors, friends and family coming together to bring in the harvest for a community member unable to do so. It was a special site to a man and his family, to have multiple combines, trucks, and so many people bring in his harvest in a fraction of the time he could have, even if he wasn’t recovering from neck surgery.
Want to know what else? Cargill, you know, those horrible ‘big ag’ people, helped supply semis, the co-op dove into their ‘big ag’ profits and supplied fuel, and the local ‘Papa John’s’ Pizza donated food.
Another reason this story ‘hit home’ so much. It’s deja vu for me. When I was 10, my dad was thrown from a horse, and broke his knee. He ended up with bolts and screws in his joint to hold it together. Some remained the rest of his life. It was wheat planting season. He couldn’t do it. But when the neighbors learned of his accident, we had about 20 tractors, drills and food coming in from everywhere around the community. Our crop was planted, we all had a huge community meal to celebrate, and it was a humbling and amazing experience I will never forget.
In all the hoopla of the present-day world, and all the ‘cheap shots’ taken at agriculture these days, it was so refreshing to know, decades after a special time in my life, that the real farmers and ranchers who feed this world haven’t changed.