Weary and Burdened
I’ll never forget the summer I helped a local farmer pick watermelons. The workday at my regular place of employment ended at 3:20 p.m., so I had plenty of daylight to burn before dark. This particular summer I chose to spend those hours making extra money in the watermelon field. The late afternoon humidity—combined with soaring temperatures, was almost unbearable. Added to this were the weeds…some as tall as me, that prevented me from feeling even the slightest breeze sneaking through the baked field. Pick up, hurl onto the truck, pick up, hurl onto the truck. My actions were repeated for four hours every day. By the time I arrived home for a shower and bed, I could barely move. I was weary and burdened. Read more...
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