The Journey to Freedom: Path to WW3

Chapter XVII

To sit on a ranch that's been broken in, it's like getting in a Porsche – Sam Shepard

After sleeping for 2 days straight I wake up in my room. Lobo is sleeping in his bed. I get up, get dressed and start walking out the door. Lobo wakes up and starts to whine. I call to him so that he doesn't think that I'm leaving. I take the elevator up to the top and when the door opens I see all my kids playing Uno. They look at me with happiness because I am finally awake.

"I thought you would never wake up dad" says Jasmine.

"I got enough rest, I just need some fresh air and walk the fields to get my mind straight" I reply.

Lydia hands me a radio and tells me that I can call on the radio if I need any help.

"Thank you" I tell her.

I walk outside and its like 100 degrees outside. I get on a horse and start to slowly ride to the solar panels and check them to see if they are working correctly.

I proceed to check the windmills and then ride into the fields and see the farmers picking some tomatoes and potatoes. I get off the horse and get the bags and put them on the horse.

"No see preocupe Don Nicholas. Usted necesita que descansar. Nosotros podemos hacer el trabajo." Roberto, the main care taker of my farm says to me.

"Necesito que hacer algo. Estoy cansado de estar nomás descansando. Necesito que hacer algo o si no después me voy a volver loco." I reply.

He laughs and continues picking the vegetables. I help him out and I remember when my great grandfather would do the same when I would visit him when I was a small child. Those were some of the greatest times of my life.

We pick some carrots and then pick some onions.

"Casi el mayoreo de esto se va para el pueblo para vender." Roberto tells me.

"Esta bien. Vendan lo que puedan y quédense con el dinero. Nomás dejen suficiente para las niñas y la casa para poder todos comer." I reply.

He nods in agreement and then asks me if he can kill a cow to celebrate my homecoming. I shake my head and then suggest that maybe a goat will do, there's little people here to kill a whole cow. The meat will go bad if no one eats it then. I say. And then he agrees and asks if he can take the leftovers home to his family. I nod and he smiles and says that I am one of the best bosses he has ever had, and that he loves to work for me because I am compassionate about my workers and care for their well-being. Of course, I care about my people.

When I lived in Dallas, I remember when people would hate on each other and do whatever they could to bring each other down because they didn't want the other person making a bit of progress. Here in the land, its different. You must work in order to live to the next day. I know that most people wouldn't even bother work in the fields to make ends meet. Back then people were too greedy and would just want handouts. Its easy to say that you want a job that pays $15 an hour, with AC in the office and full benefits. Even then when they would get what they wanted, it still wasn't enough. They would want more. But how can you want something that you didn't work hard for?

When I was traveling in the states to map out the fallen USA, people would do the same as here. Farm the lands, sell what they could, rob each other and kill each other when they would get desperate because they didn't want to work for the money. Some things don't change. Fortunately, Mexicans know the value of hard work and a dollar. That's why back in the old days, they wouldn't ask for money on the corners like everyone else. They would see whatever they could just to make a living. Once a person told me that Mexicans were only good for colonizing. That wasn't true.